The Babysitter - Chapter 10 (Patreon)

"No, stop it! I don't need help!" Vicky whined. "Especially not from you!"

"Vicky!" Vicky stiffened, her already damp Pull-Ups growing positively soggy at the sound of her Daddy's angry voice, the sight of him stepping into her room, arms crossed. "Why are you being rude to your sitter, young lady?"

"B-Because I don't need help, Daddy," Vicky repeated to him desperately. "It's kindergarten! I know all this!"

"Your grades say otherwise," her Daddy shrugged.

Vicky's jaw stiffened, her eyes filling with frustrated tears. "B-But..." she began to protest, cutting herself short. Her Daddy had really taken to using spankings for discipline, which was doing wonders for helping Kaitlyn prove the girl wasn't ready for potty training. She was already in diapers at night and at school, since, as a 'tweener, she really ought to know better, so, as Kaitlyn had convinced her Daddy, it was only fair to let the teacher concentrate on helping the littles with their potty training.

Big girl panties were very much a thing of the past, something she knew was well out of her reach now, as long as Kaitlyn was around, and even trainers were increasingly rare, as much as Kaitlyn did to ensure, whenever she was there, looking after her, that Vicky used them. Her growing fear of her Daddy and his spankings seemed to do the job quite well when she wasn't, as the accident Vicky had just had showed.

As a way to help give Vicky's Daddy plenty of reasons to discipline her, Kaitlyn had taken to 'helping' with the girl's homework. She didn't get much, of course, but whatever she had when she was there, Kaitlyn would take from her and fill out wrong. It was so humiliating, as the biggest kid in class, getting chastised for all the mistakes she hadn't even made, being sent home home with notes from her teachers pinned to her dress, every one a guarantee of a trip over Daddy's knee. Of course, if Vicky tried to blame all of that on Kaitlyn, her Daddy would never believe her, would assume she was too embarrassed to take responsibility, and probably spank her again.

"She only wants to help you," her Daddy told her, taking the worksheet away from Vicky and setting it in front of Kaitlyn. "Don't be a brat, or you will regret it."

"Y-Yes, sir," Vicky sniffled, blushing bright red as her Daddy gave her Pull-Ups a poke.

"And Kaitlyn? You can go ahead and put her in her diapers for the night when you change her next."

Vicky groaned, looking over at the clock, confirming that it had been barely an hour since she'd gotten home, since she'd been changed into them. How long was it going to be, she wondered, before she was just in diapers all the time? If Kaitlyn had any say in the matter - and clearly she did - it seemed like it was just a matter of time...

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Vicky was a lot of fun, but that had all been inevitable, really. The real fun was in getting to take care of Tara and Staci. By now, their parents had basically decided that Kaitlyn knew exactly what she was doing, had given her - as far as she was concerned - full permission to bully them as she saw fit.

One of her new favorite things to do was, to remind them of what babies they were, let them wear only their diapers, bonnets, booties, mittens, and perhaps a bib, if they got particularly whiny about being cold, or embarrassed about how naked they were, before squeezing a mini-enema into their bottoms. She'd found an especially potent variety, one that left them squirming in minutes, ready to do anything to keep from filling their diapers, and the tubes were the perfect size for her to stash away in a pocket of her backpack so nobody would notice them. They were even better than the suppositories she'd been using, more powerful, and, from her victims' reactions, more uncomfortable.

"Come on, Staci," Kaitlyn had teased during one of these sessions. "You have to have some juicy secret for me... Or do you want to fill your diapy?"

How many secrets could two girls possibly have? Especially when she was doing everything she could to guarantee they were spending as much time as possible in their nurseries. "No, I want the potty!" Staci insisted.

They always did... As much as Kaitlyn hated letting them use it, the mini-enemas ensured that they almost never made it, yet the promise, the charade of acting like she was trying to get them to it and get their diapers off in time to use it, was enough to trick them. Usually, they hesitated long enough in coming up with something to say that she didn't even have to pretend... They were just already too far gone by the time they made their confessions.

That was exactly what was going to happen this time, too, she could tell. She'd been standing there, facing her crib, for so long, wracking her brains, sweating and struggling to contain herself... Even if Kaitlyn had 'remembered' to get the potty chair out for her to begin with, she'd never make it more than two steps away before squatting down, pooping her pants...

But Staci, apparently, didn't believe that, trusted enough in her body to be willing to do whatever it took. "I-I have a crush on Tara!" she blurted out.

"Oh, you do, huh?" Kaitlyn raised an eyebrow.

"Y-Yeah!" Staci nodded earnestly. "L-Like, a really big one! Now, please, hurry, I..." And, with that, she let out a squeal, then a grunt, bending forward, the seat of her diaper starting to swell.

"So close," Kaitlyn giggled. "Maybe next time..."

If there had been any secret that might have been worth actually following through on her promise for, it would have been that. Did Tara know about it? Did either of their parents?

She couldn't find out the latter without spoiling the surprise, if the answer was no, but the former was much easier. She usually liked to keep it open-ended, see what the girls would confess to that she could then use as an excuse to punish them - as if she really needed one - though all she had to do was ask her, point-blank, after giving her the mini-enema, "Do you have a crush on your little friend, Staci?"

She knew the answer immediately, as soon as she saw how pink Tara's face got. The girl seemed to believe she was hiding it, however, which was adorable, that there was a chance Kaitlyn might buy her flustered, "H-Huh? Wh-What do you mean?"

"It's a simple question," Kaitlyn shrugged. "All I need is a yes or no. Surely you can get that out in time to get to the potty." But Tara was too embarrassed to admit it until it was too late, filling her pants right after finally blurting it out, just like her crush.

Kaitlyn could hardly contain herself, it was so cute. The next time both of their Mommies needed her on the same day - not even the same time, just close enough for her - she leapt on the opportunity.

"I'm already sitting for Staci that day," she told Tara's Momma. "But if you wouldn't mind if I took her over there, I could look after both of them at the same time..."

They were both so blushy, seeing each other afterwards, after knowing what they'd told Kaitlyn. It only got worse when Kaitlyn gleefully stripped them both down to their diapers in front of each other for a very special game.

"Now, Tara's Momma says she has to take her nap now," she told the pair, helping her into Staci's crib. "Staci's isn't until later, but maybe if you both do well enough, I'll let you take them together. Wouldn't that be nice?"

It barely mattered what their responses were; they both got their mini-enemas, Tara kneeling in the crib, clinging to the bars, Staci fidgeting outside of it. "I want both of you to tell the other what you're most attracted to about them," Kaitlyn smirked. "And you'd better mean it... Neither of you is good at lying, so I'll know."

They, of course, were far too flustered to answer quickly, hardly able to look each other in the eye as they squirmed in their diapers and little else, and by the time they did, they were moments away from humiliating themselves, pooping their diapers right in front of the girl they liked, that they'd just said such nice things about, complimenting each other's breasts, their eyes, their hair...

Getting themselves into the perfect mood for Kaitlyn to lock them into the crib together in their messy diapers, expanding their pacifiers, giving the tapes of their diapers an extra smooth-down. They might have been able to overcome either one of those things, since they were 'tweeners rather than littles, if not for the mittens on their hands. As it was, Kaitlyn had no doubt they'd be spending their naptime extra frustrated, so close to each other's mostly naked bodies, unable to kiss, and certainly unable to do anything more naughty, able only to, at most, rub their diapers together, the padding far too thick for them to do much through.

"Isn't this fun?" she giggled as she pulled the side of the crib up, staring through the bars at them. "I'm going to sit the two of you together more often! You're just too cute together!"

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"Yes, ma'am," Kaitlyn chirped obediently. "I'll be right here!"

Tara scowled at her from behind her paci, not daring to say anything until Momma was out of the room, and, by then, Kaitlyn was already ready to start bragging, and Tara knew better than to interrupt that.

"We're going to have so much fun tonight!" she announced. "It's too bad your little girlfriend couldn't be here! Just think what it would have been like, getting to sleep together all night long..."

Tara blushed; they had done that before, of course, during sleep-overs. This was something else entirely... Kaitlyn was sitting for her overnight, so even if Staci had been there, Tara was certain Kaitlyn would have made sure they couldn't get up to anything too fun, or too naughty, would just have teased them with it, as she loved so much to do now that she knew their secret.

"Isn't it nice of my Mommy to let me do this anyway, though?" Kaitlyn smirked. "I bet you never got to do any overnight jobs when you were a babysitter, did you?"

Tara shook her head. It might have been nice to fib and say otherwise, but Kaitlyn would definitely wouldn't trust her, would ask Momma about it if she did.

"Well, clearly my Mommy can see how mature I am," Kaitlyn told her. "She even told me the other day that she's considering letting me grow up and be an adult again."

Tara hated to give Kaitlyn the reaction she wanted, but she couldn't help it, couldn't quell the jealousy rising up inside her. Adulthood, true adulthood, felt like a distant memory, a dream... At this point, there was no way Momma was going to let her go back to that. Thanks to Kaitlyn, she'd proven many times that she didn't deserve it, that she belonged here, as a little girl...

"Don't be too sad," Kaitlyn snickered. "Maybe I'll still come babysit you from time to time anyway, if I can find time once I get a real job again."

The doorbell rang Kaitlyn looking up in surprise. "Do you want me to get that?" she called.

"No, don't worry about it!" Momma yelled back, her footsteps echoing down the hall. After a moment or two, Tara heard her returning, another set of footsteps following after. "Could you come out of there for a minute, Kaitlyn?"

Kaitlyn frowned, but obediently went to the door, freezing for a moment before stepping out, closing the door behind her. Curiously, Tara hurried over, pressing her ear to the door.

"I'm going to give you the benefit of the doubt and assume you forgot these on accident, young lady," she heard an unfamiliar Amazon say.

"O-Of course I did, Mommy," Kaitlyn replied.

"You know you need your special panties before you go to bed," the Amazon said. "Being at your friend's house for the night doesn't change that."

"B-But Mommy!" Kaitlyn whined, all of the confidence and maturity she usually exuded gone in an instant.

"No buts, young lady," Kaitlyn's Mommy scolded. "And I expect you to send me a picture before you go to bed so I know you're wearing them."

Kaitlyn sighed, probably unhappy about the idea of having to take a picture of herself with her phone, the same phone she recorded so much evidence of other people humiliating themselves with, probably trying to think of the best way to wipe all traces of the photo out, from the phone's memory and the cloud backup, as soon as she could.

Tara scurried quickly back to sitting on the floor of her bedroom, playing with her stuffed animals, as soon as she heard Kaitlyn being ordered to kiss her Mommy goodnight, not wanting to be caught eavesdropping. Nobody would believe her, she knew, and she didn't dare hope that she'd find a way to sneak out of bedroom without being caught to find a way to prove it...

Still, it was nice to know that Kaitlyn was probably lying, saying all that stuff about being able to grow up again. If her Mommy was keeping her in trainers, at least, for bedtime, there was no way she was going to trust her to be a grown-up again. At her core, she was just like all the other 'tweeners she tormented, and, maybe one day, someone else would return the favor, would do the same to her. Tara knew it wouldn't be her, that she was too far gone, had been through too much... But it did give her something to look forward to, anyway. As big and bad as Kaitlyn thought she was, there was always another, bigger, bully, a more capable babysitter waiting in the wings for a chance to prove themselves. And, sooner or later, they were going to decide to do so with Kaitlyn, the same way Kaitlyn had done with Tara.