Tough to be an Adult-Babysitter - Part 1 of 2 (Patreon)

Most people usually hear about babysitting and think it’s an incredibly easy job that they could do without barely a second thought. Just keep the charge safe, feed them, get them to bed... easy peasy right? Well, maybe it can be for some babysitters, but not all babysitters get stuck with adult baby charges like me.

My name is Andrea and I have been babysitting for years to get myself through school. My parents weren’t gonna be a help at all so I had to figure out a way to make money somehow, and I sure as hell wasn’t gonna be a stripper. So I went back to my roots of the first job I had as a teenager and decided to give babysitting another try. Despite its challenges, I overall remembered babysitting as being a pretty rewarding experience that was pretty fun most of the time. Plus I was much older now, what could go wrong? Ughhh, if only I knew about the client I was going to get stuck with.

The job seemed normal, like any other one, pretty routine honestly. Just a simple one night job, where I would be spending the night there and the parent would be back in the morning. The Mother warned me beforehand that her daughter had... special needs. I had worked with many disabled kids before, and told her that, explaining that it wasn’t a problem. She gave me a slightly nervous look, but didn’t push the issue. Now I know why she didn’t.

I asked her if she wanted me to meet her daughter before the job, to make sure we mesh well, but she told me that wouldn’t be necessary. I thought this was extremely odd, but I decided not to push either. For the amount she was paying me to do this job, I’d have been willing to care for pretty much anyone.

The day of the job came and I rushed out of school after my last class and went to the address I was given. The woman greeted me and gave me some last minute tips and advice, typical babysitting stuff, none of which again struck me as anything strange.

“She’s in the playroom. I’m sure the two of you are going to get along great. I have to run, goodbye!” The woman said slightly frantically as she grabbed her purse and bounced out of the house to her car. Meanwhile I just watched, confused as to why she was nervous. If anyone, I was the one who should be nervous. I watched her sped off in her car, shrugging before munching on a few chips from the pantry and then heading over to where she’d specify the playroom was.

The sight I found, I’m not sure I’ll ever forget.

Sitting in the middle of a beautiful playroom scattered with toys, was a fully grown woman, couldn’t be barely any younger than myself, completely naked except for a large adult sized diaper that had clearly been used heavily, as well as a good portion of her upper body covered in the finger paints she was currently playing with.

My jaw literally dropped in shock as I stood there stunned for the few moments that it took the girl to notice me. She saw me and her eyes quickly lit up and she turned to me giggling. I tried not to, but I couldn’t help but notice the girls’ sizable chest, half covered in finger paint. They were almost as big as... or maybe even bigger than my own chest.

“Oh hi!!” The girl giggled out with an excited squeal. “Are you my new babysitter?” The girl wiggled a little as she got to her feet, her soiled diaper squelching and crinkling underneath her. She ran over to me, shocked into a stupor, and before I could react at all she wrapped her arms around me, giggling as her paint splattered boobs rubbed all over my shirt, the eye watering smell of her dirty diaper heavily wafting into my nose. “I’m Maya! Hehehe. It’s so fun to have a new friend around! There’s so many games we can play now!” She waddled back over to the paints she’d been working with and sat back down onto her squishy bum. Meanwhile, my jaw was basically still on the floor.

“S...s...so you mean, you’re Maya?” I asked, when I could finally find my voice.

“Mmhmm!” The girl said around the thumb she was now sucking on, giggling to herself before going back to painting.

In my mind I started going through the checklist of all of the things Maya’s Mother has asked me if I was able to do.

Diaper changes... check.

Feeding times... check.

Playtime... check.

Bedtime... check.

All and more were very normal proceedings for a babysitting job, I just didn’t realize that I would be doing all of them for a grown ass woman...
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This story was written by Zander Chesney

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