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

After my realization, I immediately called Maya’s Mother multiple times to try to get some sort of explanation. No answer. Great...

I went in to check on Maya, but she was as fine as any other client’s child I normally worked with. I kept trying to figure out if she had a mental disability or something, but she didn’t appear to. She seemed fairly level-headed, intelligent, and perfectly mature, she just seemed like she wanted to act like a little kid. Maybe this was all just a choice of hers.

I tried to pry a little and ask her about “big girl undies” or at least put a shirt on her, but she was extremely resistant to either of those things, so I had to let the subject drop.

Even though it was the last thing on the planet that I wanted to do, I couldn’t take the smell of her diaper any longer so I decided to change her. Luckily she wasn’t like some “kids” and resisted her diaper change. She was more than happy to comply, which I was extremely thankful for. Doing the deed itself would be disturbing enough.

Changing an infant or a little kids’ diaper was gross enough, but changing the heavily used diaper of a fully grown woman who had possibly bigger boobs than I did was not something I ever wanted to check off of my bucket list of life. Plus, with the way this girl was acting, I didn’t really expect her diaper to stay clean for very long. “Kids” like her didn’t care when, how much, or how often they used their diapers.

After a while, admittedly, I think I was growing disturbingly used to babysitting her. The diaper changing was too much for me, but other than that Maya acted a lot like any other child I’ve taken care of before. I was extremely not happy with her Mother though and how she didn’t give me the full story and purposely didn’t let me meet Maya beforehand. She just wanted to get away for a night, probably hook up with someone. I tried to call her three more times during the course of the evening, but she apparently had turned her phone off as it just kept going directly to voicemail. What a bitch.

Maya was an okay charge, but boy did she like to be bratty. Sometimes she was sweet, but a good half the time was an argument with her. She already had messed up my clothes with paint, but dinnertime was a struggle, getting her to put toys away was a pain, and trying to get her ready for bed was a nightmare.

When I was just dealing with a little kid, these kinds of tantrums could be a lot more understandable and in the long run a lot easier to deal with, but when the person I was taking care of was literally the exact same height and body stature as I was, dealing with temper tantrums becomes a lot more of a challenge.

I finally got her to brush her teeth and put her pajamas on, but it took at least 20 full minutes of crying, screaming, and struggling. I wonder if she was maybe just really cranky, cause right then she was acting as bad as some of my brattiest children.

Following her Mother’s schedule, I heated up a bottle of milk for her and fed it to her as I was getting her down for the night, having to go through another strange ritual of being made to burp an adult. I put her night light on... and shut the door.

As I headed back to the guest room, I took a big breath of relief. What a day...

At least once her Mother pays me the amount she offered, I’ll be good for a whole extra month of rent and I’ll have time to look for another job.

In my room I removed my clothes that had been messied by the “baby” and stripped down to my panties and undershirt before laying on the bed with my phone. Before long I was passed out without even turning the lights off, but it didn’t feel like long before I was awoken by something horrifying.

When I opened my eyes it was light outside, but a huge diaper was directly in my line of sight as I sat up.

“What the he—.” I began to say before a large rumbling sound interrupted me, culminating in the butt of Maya’s diaper heavily expanding towards me and discoloring as the girl let out a loud long satisfied sigh as she fully emptied herself into her diaper after having clearly taken her own pajamas back off and straddled me.

The girl was giggling all over as she did it, and I now know that she was innocent enough that she thought it was a great joke, but as I pushed on her mushy butt I actually wasn’t strong enough to get her off of me as she finished up her large accident sighing some more.

From now on, I need to be sure to meet the charge before I come in for the job. With my luck, the next “baby” I get hired to take care of will be even older and bigger than I am. Remember when babysitting used to be simple...