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Wendy sighed as she looked up from her cell phone towards Alice, the little girl she was babysitting, standing there in front of her with a desperate look on her face. "Just a minute, sweetie," Wendy told her, turning back to the game she was playing.

Such a nuisance... Alice's mother was paying her extra to watch the toddler every day that week, instead of the usual three days a week so that Wendy could help out with the girl's potty training. The extra money was certainly nice - especially since Wendy had just gotten fired from her "real" job, which had just been part time anyway, for calling in too often - but Wendy hadn't expected it to be so much extra work! Especially since Alice's mother was home most of the days... Wendy was just there to keep a closer eye on the kid that her mother was able while she was working on things in her office.

"Wendy!" Alice wailed. Wendy sighed and set her phone down, rolling her eyes as she followed the desperate girl to the bathroom, where Wendy had to dig the potty out from the cabinet under the sink. "Pwease, huwwy!" Alice begged as Wendy bent down, opening up doors, bristling a bit at being ordered around by this little brat. She decided to take her time, moving things aside, until, finally, Alice gasped and squealed, "Oh, no!"

Even before Wendy turned around with the potty, she knew what had happened. "Alice!" she reprimanded the girl. "And I thought you told me you were going to be a big girl today!"

Wendy, of course, told Alice's mother all about it, with a few alterations, after dragging the unhappy toddler to the woman's office, adding, "I just don't know if Alice is ready... I'm doing my best, but she just doesn't seem to be recognizing the signs quickly enough." The nice thing about sitting while the mother was still there meant she didn't have to worry about changing Alice's training pants.

"Well, that's what you're here for," Alice's mom pointed out. "You're supposed to be watching her for those signs..." She shook her head and sighed, making Wendy wonder if she should have just taken care of this diaper on her own to avoid a lecture. 

Fortunately, the next day, Alice's mother seemed to be in a better mood. She even called Wendy and asked her to come in earlier than usual. "I've talked things over with Alice," she told Wendy. "I think I've come up with a better way to train her. It'd mean even more money for you..."

"Okay!" Wendy agreed instantly. 

"Are you sure? I haven't even..." Alice's mom started to say, but Wendy just nodded again, then eagerly signed the papers the woman slid across the desk to her. "For what I'm paying you," she explained, "I need to make sure you'll really do it."

That was how Wendy found herself being taped into a thick diaper, a pacifier shoved in her mouth, her trendy clothes replaced with pastel, childish outfits, most of which left her underwear, such as it was, exposed. Worst of all, her diaper was topped off with a pair of thick, plastic panties that, once they were pulled into place, Alice's mother locked with a tiny, yet strong, padlock.

"I read about this method online," Alice's mother explained. "You're going to show her exactly how it's done... You'll spend all day with her, playing with her in her room, so she can see how you react whenever you need to use the bathroom."

"But why do I have to be in diapers for that?" Wendy whined, tugging at the plastic pants.

"So she won't see you as just another adult, but rather as an equal," Alice's mother shrugged. "I've heard that's the most effective way to do it. The locking pants are part of that, too, so you'll be dependent on me to go to the bathroom, just like she was dependent on you."

"I-I don't know about this..." Wendy was still apprehensive... Not that it mattered now. Her real clothes, and the ID and cell phone in the pockets of them, were now tucked away in Alice's mother's office, and she was stuck in this diaper. The woman took her hand, leading her to Alice's room to play while she prepared breakfast.

Wendy immediately felt humiliated as she looked down at Alice. This diaper was meant to make her an equal... But the little girl was in Pull-Ups, and looked quite proud about that after seeing her 'babysitter' in full-blown diapers. Wendy had no cell phone to amuse herself with, but Alice was more than happy to take charge and tell her what toys to play with, and how, until they were both herded to the dining room for breakfast.

Once again, their 'equality' seemed a little one-sided, as Alice was given toast and scrambled eggs, while Wendy was given a large bowl of oatmeal. After they both finished, and Wendy was forced to eat every bite, they went to play again, until Wendy had to pee. She tried to hold it as long as possible, but the locking plastic pants made it so that she really had no choice in the matter.

It was mortifying, toddling into the woman's office with Alice leading her by the hand, and having to beg to be allowed to use the potty. They all went to the bathroom, where Alice's mom took her time getting out the potty and unlocking the pants, and then Wendy had to sit and go in front of both of the others, whining to be allowed to use the real toilet that was inches away the whole time.

Things only got worse from there... Lunch - for her, at least - was baby food, and lots of it. Partway through the afternoon, her stomach began to grumble. It felt slightly more urgent than usual, though she didn't think it was too bad... Ideally, she could wait until she went home... Peeing in the potty was bad enough.

To her shock, the pressure built far quicker than usual, until she had no choice but to dash to Alice's mother's office and beg for the potty again. Maybe it was just her increased urgency, but it felt to Wendy like the woman moved even slower this time, taking her time to finish up her work, then moseying casually down the hall to the bathroom, with Wendy groaning and holding her diaper the whole time.

Alice's mom didn't speed up when they got to the bathroom, either - if anything, she slowed more as she knelt in front of the cabinet and began to dig. Wendy whimpered, staring longingly at the toilet, whining that if the woman would just unlock her plastic pants, she could go...

Then, to her horror, she began to go anyway. She gasped, pressing her hands tighter against the bulk of her diaper, pushing her legs together; nothing helped. The thick, warm mush kept pouring out of her as Wendy's mother finally began to stand up with the potty that was now irrelevant.

"Wendy!" the woman scolded her. "What did you do?! You couldn't wait two seconds for the potty? And here I thought you were going to be a big girl today!"

Wendy shuddered, both at the still-growing mass in her pants, and the repetition of what she'd told Alice just the day before. Had the little brat tattled on her?! "I-I am," she protested.

Alice's mother shook her head, pushing a hand roughly to the seat of Wendy's diaper, making the girl squirm and wrinkle her nose. "Do big girls wear poopy diapers?" she asked sternly. Wendy blushed, unable to answer.... There was only one correct one, and she couldn't bring herself to admit it. "I think somebody needs a nap," Alice's mother declared, setting down the potty and taking Wendy's hand.

She led the girl down the hall, her legs wide as she tried to walk without letting the mass in her pants shift too much, to the guest room, opening the door to reveal Alice's old room... Or, a very convincing, up-sized version of it. Wendy was very familiar with it, having spent lots of time taking care of the girl there... But the crib, the changing table, all of it, were much bigger than before.

Alice's mom led Wendy past the changing table and to the crib, lowering the side and then forcing the girl, still in her full diaper, inside before locking it back in place. "I suggest you get some rest," the woman advised. "I have an interview for a new babysitter later on today, and the big test to see if she's qualified will be how well she does at changing your stinky pants, since she'll be doing a lot of that."

"Wh-what?!" Wendy gasped, cheeks blazing like a furnace at the thought of someone else seeing her like this, much less changing her. "No! Let me out of here!"

"Sorry, sweetie," Alice's mom smiled. "You signed the papers, remember? You accepted your position as full-time, live-in example of how NOT to potty train, until Alice here is in her big girl panties full time... So you'd better hope the new babysitter is a lot better at her job than you were.... Because if it takes her too long, she may have to re-train you once she's done with Alice. Now, have a nice nap!"