Playing House the Right Way (Patreon)

A caption commission for Quillian Silver. Picture property of Diapered Daisy, who is unfortunately now inactive.

"All right, fine, I'll play house!" Daisy finally gave up, wanting to stop her babysitting charge's tantrum more than she wanted to assert her authority. 

Instantly, the girl perked up, hopping up off the floor. "Yay!" she clapped her hands, hurrying off to her play-room and returning with an armful of clothes. "Put these on!"

Daisy knew exactly what to expect - she'd babysat here before, but even if it was her first time, it always ended up this way. She wasn't sure if it was her short stature, her youthful face, or just something all kids did when they played house with their babysitters, but she was always the baby. Most of the time, it just meant wearing a silly, embarrassing outfit, or tying her hair up in pigtails.

In this house, though, things tended to go a little further... She sighed as she looked down at the thick diaper that had been thrust into her hands, thinking back to her first time here, trying to convince her charge that she was too big for it... Now, they both knew better.

Today, her outfit was a pink shirt, and an even pinker tutu to go over her diaper, along with frilly ankle socks and mary-janes - there was also a sippy cup full of juice, but that was taken away as soon as Daisy had drank it all. She looked ridiculous, especially when her "Mommy" in the game made her practice for her ballet recital, every spin flashing her diaper. By the time she was done, she felt tired enough that when she was told it was naptime, she didn't mind lying down for a few minutes.

At least, not until she felt something strange, warm, and wet in her diaper. In shock, she reached down, trying to figure out what it was, hoping it wasn't what she thought. Unfortunately, as a babysitter, she'd checked a lot of diapers, and she knew what she was feeling, even if she wasn't used to feeling it on herself.

"What did you do?!" she demanded in horror as she tried in vain to stop from wetting herself.

"I just gave you something special in your juice so you'd play the game right!" her charge insisted with a giggle.

"How long does it last?!" Daisy squirmed nervously when she didn't get an answer. Was she still going to need diapers when her charge's parents got home? The pants she'd worn were pretty tight... Could she hide a diaper under them? It would be so humiliating for them to see her, the person they put in charge of their daughter, in diapers, ones that their little girl had made her put on, then made her need. Not to mention how humiliating it would be to have to go home like that... And then spend who knows how long afterwards in them... Was she going to have to go buy diapers for herself? "You should never put things like that in peoples' drinks!" Daisy told the girl. "I think you need a time out!"

"Nuh-uh," the girl shook her head. "You're the baby now... If anyone's going to get a time out, it's you!" And, as Daisy laid there, wetting herself helplessly, it was hard to deny her new role.