Tracey

Great start with a storyline that looks to be new, and a cliffhanger already, well done! Bring on Chapter 2!

Your Sam stories are excellent Elfy. The one where Sam was busted at a party by the Police and given to social services had a real twist to it, hopefully there will be a return visit to the woman who she had to stay with at some point. Keep writing, you are very good at it!

More like a slow leak…..

Hoisting the girl off her feet and into the waiting highchair Lily wriggled in an attempt to get down. Her struggles were obvious but Rachel was having none of it. Unceremoniously Rachel lowered her latest charge into the highchair and fastened the safety harness, tugging at the straps to ensure they were correctly adjusted. “Stop wriggling Lily, we need to make sure you don’t fall out,” she admonished the girl who she still thought was a young child. Having noted that she had a good level of vocabulary the girl was perhaps a little older than her initial assessment but there was no doubt that she was still a young child, teens didn’t poop their pants and didn’t fit baby pants, playpens or highchairs. When the large white plastic tray of the highchair was pushed on and adjusted Lily found that that there was no way she could get her hands at the safety harness keeping her a prisoner in the infantile seat. Her thoughts then turned to the feeling of a muddy log in her pants, a large proportion of her accident had now been smashed like avocado on toast… except there was no toast, just her messy bottom and the semi solid log of her final push which had cut off and fallen into the seat of her pants. It now sat between her buttocks reminding her of the embarrassing situation that she found herself in. If her mother found out she would be in trouble. The last time she had done had been when she was a tween on summer vacation in Florida with her Mom the memory was still vivid in her mind, her Mom saying if she wanted to poop her pants like a baby then she could wear diapers like a baby. A week of wearing and using diapers for all of her needs, being seen in just a diaper on the the beach and relegated to a highchair and crib in the holiday rental apartment had convinced her that was an experience she didn’t want to relive. It had only come to an end once they were home again and her Mom no longer had the time to baby her. Now she was the edge of the same cliff, peeing over the edge into the abyss, there was no stepping back, the deed had been done, what mattered now was ensuring that what happened at Rachel’s this week stayed at Rachel’s. Another baby bottle of warm milk and a divided plate with a cut up sandwich and fruit landing on the highchair tray and the woman’s condescending comment brought her back to the present. “Eat up Lily, once you are done we can change your pants.”

John is enjoying his new challenge and Feli is getting to experience a second childhood, Well done, being made to undress and wear a pull-up and toddler tights in front of a stranger definately tested Feli, this is a new theme and the following chapters should be excellent.

Seeing the small girl arrive on the motorised toy motorbike Rachel paused her diaper folding task and walked over to the back door, opening it she looked at the girl who was now in an obviously dirty diaper and smiled. “Wait here”, she commanded as spots of rain began to fall before deciding to bring the toy motorbike up onto the veranda so it did not get damaged in the coming storm. Her next task was to ensure that the girl had lunch and clean pants before her afternoon nap. Taking Lily by the hand she led her back inside and through to the kitchen where she was greeted by a sturdy highchair with a large white plastic tray.

Bojay art was always pretty good, some of the early 2000s art from ABS looked very similar, perhaps that was also from Bojay?

The detail in your writing sets it aside as a story that has been planned and thought through vs a rambling collection of unrelated events. Looking forward to more as the month unfolds.

As Rachel got the laundry in from the clothesline she watched the weather, dark clouds swirling in the west and the wind that was now steady indicated that a storm was brewing. Looking up she saw the girl sitting on the pink plastic three wheeled kids bike at the end of the garden path by the gate to the reserve with its pine trees behind her house. Unpegging the now dry flat cotton diapers with a red selvedge line top and bottom she admired how soft they were, the white cotton was smooth on one side and napped on the other making them super soft and adsorbent. Dropping the last of the now dry diapers on top of the crib sheets that were already in the laundry basket she picked it up. “Come on up to the house Lily, as soon as I have this lot folded and in the airing cupboard we will change your pants, oh, and bring your bike up to the veranda, we won’t want to leave that outside uncovered this afternoon, it is going to rain.”

Leaving the girl outside in the back yard where she could not get into any mischief Rachel turned and walked back inside. The day was going pretty much how she had anticipated it would and her initial assessment of the girl’s age and maturity was in her opinion on the money. Looking over her shoulder as she closed the door of the house she could see Lily on the plastic motorbike in the back yard, gripping the handlebars like death with both feet trying to reach the ground. Being petite all she managed to achieve was to get her toes to touch the concrete of the path that ran from the back door, past the clothes line with her washing gently flapping in the late morning breeze, to the gate that led out to the bike and walking path through the trees that adjoined the rear of the street where she lived. She had got the laundry washed and hung out to dry before Lily had arrived, mostly it consisted of the crib sheets, prefold cotton toddler diapers and waterproof baby pants that she had used on her niece who had come to stayed Friday night through to late Sunday while her Mom worked a couple of on call relief shifts as a nurse at the local hospital. The way the new girl was going she mused that she would be washing laundry again over the next couple of days. Closing the door she walked to her home office, finding the number the agency had given her for Lily’s Mom she dialled it and waited while it rang. Something was off, she could hear the ring tone on her desk phone and it also sounded like a phone was ringing in the room. Searching she quickly found the sound was coming from the locked cupboard, unlocking it she checked the front pocket of the suitcase and found a basic mobile phone. “Well that’s not going to work,” Rachel announced to the empty room before continuing, “Her Mommy must have put her phone in the front of the suitcase while getting the girl in the car that morning then forgot about it”. Locking the cupboard she turned the phone off to save its battery and put it in the top drawer of her desk. Through the window of her office she could see the clothesline of soft cotton toddler diapers and crib sheets flapping like flags of distress, the wind had come up and the weather was turning, it was going to rain and her laundry would be dry by now. Getting the crib sheets and diapers inside before the rain arrived and soaked them was now her priority, the girl and her poopy pants would have to wait a bit longer.

The incessant pounding on the back door was getting on Rachel’s nerves, if the girl wasn’t so cute she would be regretting saying that she would take her for the week. Making her way to the back door she reasoned that it was her first day after all and she probably just needed to learn a new routine. Opening the door she looked down to see little Lily, knees bent and a look on her face that gave the game away, the girl had told her more than once that she wasn’t a baby and now she was doing the complete opposite. Bending over she pulled back the waistband of the lacey baby pants and could see the bulge in the back of the girl’s panties still expanding as she continued to empty her bowels. “Well I guess that changes everything Lily, you keep telling me you are a big girl but I don’t know any big girls who poop their panties.” Taking the girl by the hand Rachel lead her back out to the yard where the slide and swing set were. “I’m going to call your Mommy and see what she has to say, while I am doing that you can play out here for a bit, I suspect there is more where that came from so I will leave you to finish doing your business.” Still shocked by what had just happened Lily found herself lifted onto the seat of a plastic motorbike, the log in her panties smashing against her butt cheeks when she was lowered onto the seat and her legs splayed apart. With a gentle push between her shoulder blades the motorbike rolled down the garden path away from the house. “That should keep you busy for a while little one, I will be back out when I have spoken with your Mommy and know what to do with you.”

Rachel was losing her patience with the girl, it was clear to her that the girl’s Mom let her get way with anything at home and treated her more like a teenager than the toddler that she was. Leaning over the rails of the playpen she hoisted the small girl out and onto her hip, “I’m not sure what your Mom let’s you get away with at home Lily but in my house little girl’s mind their manners, if you can’t do that then you will suffer the consequences, this is your last warning, is that clear.” Rachel’s no nonsense warning put Lily on edge and caused a twinge in her bladder muscle. The feeling was amplified when the babysitter did not wait for an answer, turned and carried her through the kitchen and outside to the backyard. As she carried the girl with one hand under her buttocks and the other around her lithe body Rachel though the baby pants felt warmer than they would normally be, perhaps it was just because the girl was wearing a pair of panties only and not a diaper? Once outside she lowered the girl to grass and gave her a gentle push between the shoulder blades toward the swing and slide set between the clothesline and back fence. “Go play for a bit little one, it will be lunch time soon,” she announced as the girl toddled off toward the back fence. If she was looking for an escape opportunity Lily would be disappointed, the back yard was fully fenced and there would be no escape. Rachel meanwhile admired the small girl in lacey baby pants and a t-shirt as she toddled off, that little girl sure is a cutie, hopefully this week away on business will go well for her Mom and I will get to babysit again for her.

Opening a deep drawer under the kitchen bench Rachel found what she looking for, a stack of toddler feeding bibs that she kept on hand for her niece and other little kids that she babysat from time to time. Rummaging through them she found a tie on bib with pink edge binding, a plastic backing and a picture of a castle on the front. ‘Perfect’ she mumbled to herself closing the drawer and walking back into the sitting room where the girl now stood in the playpen drinking from the sippy cup. “Good girl Lily’ she cooed whilst leaning over the playpen bars and tying the bib around the girl’s neck before she saw it coming. Satisfied with the result Rachel held the girl steady against the playpen with one hand in the small of her back while pulling back the waistband of the frilly baby pants and peering into the gap to perform a panty check. Finding the girl still clean and dry she expected it would not be long before that state of affairs was past and another course of action was required. When she let go of the elastic waistband of the baby pants and it snapped back snugly around the girl’s waist she smiled, “Come on Lily, let’s go outside and you can have some playtime in the backyard before lunch.”

Satisfied that the girl’s suitcase and unsuitable clothing were put away where she would not be able to get into them Rachel locked the closer door and returned to the sitting room where she found the girl sitting on her bottom in the playpen with tears streaming down her face, Dressed in the t-shirt and baby pants she now looked like the toddler that matched her age, not a mini version of an obnoxious teenager with a mouth like a trucker. Coming closer she saw that the sippy cup of milk was untouched. “Lily baby I know that you are probably missing your Mom but I need you to be a good girl and drink your milk, if you don’t you will become dehydrated and that won’t be good for you.” Picking up the sippy cup she guided the spout between the girl’s trembling lips and tilted the cup causing the still warm baby formula to flow through the spout and into the girl’s mouth. “Swallow,” she commanded as rivulets of milk began to drip from the corners of the girl’s mouth with a few drops landing on her t-shirt. “Can you hold your sippy for Auntie Rachel ?” was her next question as her hands were lifted one at a time and placed around the handles of the pink plastic sippy cup with the word princess stencilled boldly on each side and a motif that looked like Arial from a Disney movie design. With the girl now holding the sippy cup and her sobs subsiding Rachel surveyed the picture of innocence that was now portrayed from the playpen. Lily looked adorable in her t-shirt and baby pants, each time she wriggled her bottom the plastic lining of her baby pants rustled letting anyone observing know that the white cotton rhumba pants with rows of pink lace across the back and elastic gathers around the waist and legs waist was in all reality a toddler sized diaper cover with a waterproof plastic inner lining being worn by a little girl who could not be trusted to keep her panties dry. “That’s better, see you can do it,” Rachel praised the girl as she straightened her back. With Lily now reluctantly sipping on the cup of baby formula she turned away and walked into the kitchen in search of a plastic backed feeding bib to protect the small girl’s t-shirt from the dribbles of milk that continued to emerge from the corners of her mouth.

“I need to see what your Mommy has packed for you Lily” said Rachel as she finished her initial inspection of the girl’s wheeled suitcase. After finding only a small number of items that she deemed suitable she decided there and then that Lily could use the toddler clothes that her young niece had now grown out of and she had not had the heart to send to goodwill. Taking a pink t-shirt with a unicorn appliqué from the top of the small pile of clothes that now sat on the ottoman and she checked its size, 3T and smiled to herself. Um, I thought as much, that little girl has a vivid imagination. Setting the t-shirt aside she did a final check of the suitcase before zipping it closed, standing and disappearing into the adjacent laundry. It wasn’t lost on Rachel that the small girl was watching her when she returned holding a pair of plastic baby pants in her hands then turned them out the right way so that the waterproof plastic layer was on the inside a frilly lace cover was on the outside. Rachel looked over at the girl with a knowing look on her face, being a 3T she knew that the waterproof baby pants would definitely fit Lily and look super cute with the unicorn t-shirt from her suitcase. Moving over to the playpen that now contained girl who was still to pick up the sippy cup she decided it was tome for action. Leaning over the top rail of the playpen she undid the three snaps on the neck of the sundress Lily was wearing and pulled it off over her head before replacing it with the t-shirt. Satisfied that the t-shirt was a good fit she moved onto the next item and picked up the rhumba pants. Holding them open she commanded the girl to “step in” first her left foot then her right before tugging the baby pants up the girl’s skinny legs and over her panties, the waterproof plastic lining crinkling loudly as she tugged the baby pants up the petite girl’s skinny legs. “That’s much better, your sundress won’t get dirty and my playpen will stay dry” she commented not expecting an answer before turning and walking back across the room. Lily stood there holding onto the top rail of the playpen like a stunned mullet as the woman laid down the law. “You need to drink your milk Lily, I want to find that sippy cup empty when I get back from unpacking your suitcase, unless you want me to put your milk in a bottle and feed you like a baby.” With the suitcase in tow Rachel left the room and headed to the bedroom that she used when babysitting her niece and any other little ones that the agency cared to send to her. Mulling what she should now do the decision wasn’t difficult, she carried on past the closed door of the first bedroom and into the spare room she used for an office to do her accounts and crafting. There she opened a large closet and stored the suitcase inside. Closing the door she mumbled to herself, “I don’t know what her Mommy was thinking sending her to me with those clothes, most if them are way too big for her and look like mini versions of teen clothing. It’s a mystery to me why some Moms want their little ones to be grown up before they are ready and not enjoy their little girl’s babyhood.”

The girl’s temper tantrum did nothing to convince Rachel that she was any older than she looked, yup still learning to control her emotions, definitely no more than three and a half I suspect she thought to herself as Lily backed away toward the sitting room. Satisfied that the formula was sufficiently mixed she took a sippy cup from the cupboard above the kitchen bench, unscrewed the lid, filled the cup with the now cooling formula and screwed the lid back on. Turning around she saw the girl looking at the plushies and toddler toys in the wooden playpen in the far corner of the sitting room, taking the sippy cup she walked up behind the girl, scooped her up, carried her over to the playpen, unceremoniously lowered her into it and did a quick panty check, “Mmmmm, you are still dry, I don’t want you getting dehydrated Little One, while I am unpacking your suitcase you need to drink your milk.” Without waiting for an answer she turned and walked over to where the girls suitcase stood at attention ready for her inspection.

Rachel laughed, “That’s an interesting story Lily, it would be almost believable if you were twice your current height and not wearing little girls panties. If you must know the agency was checking to make sure that we have everything we need for your needs over the next week, if not they were offering to drop off some loan equipment.” On the cooker top the kettle began to sing as the water came to the boil. Turning away from the girl Rachel opened the can of toddler formula and filled what looked to Lily like a the clear plastic pitcher with the boiled water upto the 1 liter mark. Next she scooped the powdered formula from the can, counting the scoops out aloud, “One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen, fifteen, sixteen.” Satisfied that she had the right amount of powdered formula Rachel took the pitcher and sat it atop of a white appliance on the benchtop. After turning the pitcher until it clicked into place she flicked a switch and the mixture raced around inside the pitcher, changing from a pitcher of water with a powered formula top layer to a milky white consistency. As the blender did its work she put the lid back on the can of toddler formula, looked over at the small girl with the serious look on her face and wondered why her mother had dropped her off in panties? The girl was definitely smaller and weighed less than Abbie her niece that she babysat occasionally. Weighing up the facts as they presented themselves to her she concluded that Abbie was definitely older and had not yet started her potty training. Lily might be in panties for now but how long would it be before they needed changing?

“You really are a little Miss I need to know it all aren’t you” Rachel replied as she took a plastic jug from the cupboard next to the sink, filled the kettle with water and out it on to boil. “If you must know it was a lady from the babysitting agency, calling to make sure that you had arrived and that I was still good to have you for the week”.

Rachel was amused by the small girl’s outburst, “Really, well you had me fooled little one, and for your information my sister’s three and a half year old is taller than you and she weighs more than you.” Deciding to humour the girl Rachel smiled as she opened the kitchen panty looking for the part used can of toddler formula that she had used a week ago when babysitting another girl who certainly looked older than petite Lily. Finding the can behind a box of cereal she was about to pull it from the cupboard when the phone rang. Picking up the handset she answered the call, “Hello, yes this is Rachel, Ag ha, ah ha, oh, right then, well that explains it, OK, yes, the full week, no that’s not a problem, OK, thanks for the call.” Hanging up the receiver she looked at the girl and smiled.

As he finished the kitchen clean up Rachel watched the girl who looked like a doll sitting in the kitchen chair and made the frost of many decisions that would define her stay, she was was to small for it, her head was at the same level as the table top and there was no way that she would be able to eat properly in that seat. Finished with her work she walked over to the girl, lifted her off the seat, stood her on the floor and had her first good look at her. The agency had not told her her the girl’s age, judging by her height and weight she would be around two and a half but her vocabulary was more advanced, so probably more likely to be a petite three year old she thought. Pulling up the back of the girls sundress she was surprised to find her wearing thin panties with teddy bears dancing across them. Mmm, three year olds are notoriously unreliable even if they are almost potty trained and I have just had the carpets replaced.

When the small girl failed to get the message and continued her back talk Rachel took matters into her own hands. Taking hold of Lilly’s left hand she walked toward the kitchen with the small girl in tow, laying down the law with each step. “I said that we mind our words here Lily, this is. Christian house not a roadside truck stop.” Across the living room Lily noticed a baby playpen in one corner, it was made of timber and painted white, the bars looked solid and the top rail came up to her chest. OMG she thought that could easily contain me, she felt her pulse quicken with each approaching step then was relived when she was pulled away from it and into the adjacent kitchen. “You are going to sit in this corner for five minutes and think about your words little one, after that we will pretend this didn’t happen and start over again”. With both hands on the small girl’s shoulders Rachel turned her into a corner and pushed down, “Sit here and I don’t want to hear a peep out if you”. Lily felt the woman’s hands on her shoulders, they were like lead weights trying to push her down. After a few seconds she realised that the woman was not going to change her mind, resistance was futile. Now she found herself sitting cross legged on her bottom on the hard flooring of the kitchen facing the corner, she had tried to explain that she wasn’t a little kid but the woman wasn’t listening. When a tear escaped her right eye and ran down her cheek she was furious with her Mother for driving off and leaving her with a woman that they did not know.

Rachel was momentarily stunned, while the girl had good english and spoke clearly she wasn’t going to be spoken to like that. “You might get away with talking to your Mommy or her friends like that Lily but in my house we mind our manners, that’s your first and final warning”. Watching the girl like a hawk Rachel interceded before she could dig herself any deeper into the hole she had already broken ground on. “You are going to be staying with me for the next week little one, you can leave your bag there, I will put it away for you shortly, I don’t know what your Mommy was thinking letting you try and pull it around, it is almost as big as you are!”

The ding ding chimes of the front doorbell got Rachel’s attention as she finished loading the breakfast dishes into the dishwasher. Checking the video monitor she saw a small girl with a small wheeled pink suitcase on the front porch. That must be the new girl she reasoned, walking through the sitting room and out to the front door. Quietly she opened the door, the girl was even smaller than she had looked on the security camera, with shoulder length blonde hair she was dressed in a denim mini skirt, with a Barbie Girl appliqué, a frilly pink pastel t shirt and a pair of white and pink tennis shoes. Out at the curb a car was standing with the drivers window open, at that moment a woman called out from the drivers window, “Thanks for taking Lily at such short notice…. Be good Lily, remember to behave yourself.” Before Rachel could reply the woman drove off leaving her latest charge on the front porch. “So it’s Lily is it., well you had better come inside its not safe for little girl’s to be out the front of the house without their Mommy, Aunty Rachel or other adult supervision.”

The teddy bear costume was well written, no one has done it that well before. 😀

OMG this will be interesting. Not only is Katie and Adam’s secret that is not really a seven year old out of the bag, she is dressed as a ragdoll and diapered. What will Mrs Bullard make of that? Adam will want her to keep their secret, in return Mrs Bullard will most likely want something out of the arrangement. Will she have her own plans for little Katie? Enjoy your time away, this cliff hanger will most definitely keep your readers in suspense as we try and second guess what the future may hold for little Katie.