The Babysitter's the Real Baby - Part 5 (Patreon)

Kate stood there very awkwardly in front of her charge as the girl giggled to herself and observed her poofy crotch from where she sat. She didn’t care that she was wearing a diaper herself, that was normal for her, but seeing her older and pretty mean babysitter wearing one was like a revenge dream come true.

“Ya know,” Megan said. “I was going to make you show it off and prove to me that you were really wearing it, but the pants you’re wearing don’t really leave much to the imagination, do they?” Giggling even more, Megan got up from her chair and walked over to her babysitter. She took ahold of the waistband of her black tank and lifted it up slightly. “Oh boy yeah, those pants can’t contain this diaper-y goodness at all!”

The girl was right. No matter how hard Kate had tried covering up the white padding with her jeans, several inches of it were still visible even after she’d tugged her pants up as far as they would go.

“Awww...” Megan continued, giggling to herself. “You look so cute in these Katie. I don’t know what you were thinking. I’d say they really suit you!” Megan reached around and gave her “babysitter” a couple of pats on her padded bum.

Having had enough of Megan’s teasing, Kate pushed her hands away and took a step back as she pulled her shirt back down. “Okay enough! You’ve had your fun. All you said I had to do was wear one for the night, nothing else. So just be good and leave me alone. Hmph!” Kate angrily moved to the kitchen and decided to work on dinner. Her cheeks were still burning with shame from her charge’s comments and she needed something to distract herself with.

“Okay then Little Katie. Just let me know if you need any help in there okay?”

Megan’s continued teasing comments infuriated Kate, but she tried her best to ignore them. Unfortunately, the way she was teasing her and treating her like a little brat reminded her a lot of how she had treated a lot of the kids she babysat for. Probably how she’d treated Megan herself when she was younger. It was all coming back to haunt her and bite her in the poofy padded ass. Now that she was paying for it a little, Kate was really wishing she’d been nicer to Megan while the girl was growing up. She had never cared about what the kids she babysat for thought of her, but she never had suspected having to deal with one of them again when they were an adult themselves. Perhaps taking this job really had been a mistake.

Standing there, hot and uncomfortable in her padding, Kate wiggled a little as she stood in the kitchen while she tried to make dinner. This diaper was so thick and crinkly that it made loud plastic sounds with every move she made. It was the same constant sound she’d heard from her charges for years, but she never imagined that the sound would be coming from her own padded butt.

Megan giggled more to herself as she occasionally glanced up from her magazine to watch Kate hard at work on making dinner. The girl had already bent over several times as she got things from the fridge, and cut things, and washed some dishes; not realizing that every time she did this, her shirt was riding up plenty high enough to see a decent amount of the padding she was wearing. Megan smirked to herself as she took several pictures of her while she worked. She got plenty of shots of her big poofy bottom and of her crinkly white waistband. She knew those photos were going to be useful.

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About a half hour or so into making dinner, Kate felt a small twinge from her bladder, and she immediately felt panicked as she thought about something. Megan didn’t actually expect her to use these things... did she?

Once again the sitter did her best to procrastinate and ignore her problem until it was starting to get to the point that she couldn’t anymore. She was starting to hop around the kitchen and shake her leg at how much she was needing to go. It wasn’t until she felt a tiny squirt of urine enter the padding around her crotch that she knew she couldn’t wait a moment longer. She didn’t want to, but she knew that she needed to ask.

“Hey... uhhh Megan?” Kate asked.

“Yes little one?” Megan asked with a smirk. Kate flinched a little at the cutsie nickname, but tried to ignore it. Especially when she remembered what she was actually about to ask.

“Can I—uhhh... can I go to the bathroom?” Kate did her best to not hold her crotch as she asked the question, but that was becoming more and more of a challenge.

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This story was written by Zander Chesney

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