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Dear Reader This is the sequel about “Lila's Family Vacation”. I already finished the story, and it has approximately 105 000 words and about 250 pages. I will try to publish a chapter regularly when my work schedule allows, that I correct and proofread a part. (Hopefully I will be able to do that every two weeks or so). But I probably will skip the weeks when I am on vacation (one in August and two in September). The first part can be found here: Criticism and praise is greatly appreciated. For some scenes, I added some hand drawn illustrations. Showing some nice/key scenes of the plot. I want to explain here that none of them is AI generated, so criticism and nice words on the drawings is also welcome as they were a lot of work to create. You will notice that some storylines will be still open at the end, another book is planned for the future !!! PLEASE DO NOT COPY THE STORY. !!! !!! IF THAT HAPPENS, I WILL STOP POSTING/WRITING NEW PARTS !!! You should understand that posting it elsewhere is taking away comments and criticism from the author. This is my only reward I get from some hundred hours of work, and it is the same as stealing! In that case, I would rather sell on Amazon and hand it out to people via PM. If you want to have it on your site, contact me and we will find a solution. If you prefer a PDF Version this will be available, when I complete posting it here via PM and at the enormous cost of some words and a comment from you. !!! SO KEEPING IF FREE IS UP TO YOU. !!! What happened so far Last week, Lila was on a flyover trip with her family and as every time when they went on a trip, her mummy put her child in diapers for the flights. Despite her doubts about needing her special underwear at the age of thirteen, it made her vacation much more relaxing and enjoyable. So she had a lot of fun exploring the city, and that changed her feelings toward the step back into her childhood that she did. But it was not only her diapers coming back into her life, she noticed soon that making friends was easier when you can play carefree like a little child. Now that Lila has come home from her vacation, she is not ready to take back all her teenage responsibilities anymore. And she can not face her math teacher any longer who always demands answers for his difficult exercises. No, Lila would love to step back from her teenage life just as she did on her vacation, and it also seems that the teenage lifestyle is not what is right for her anymore. Her life is strange. She is not a baby, but she is not a big kid either. This is the story about Lila coming home and finding a path in her life that leads her away from the stressful routine and closer to a life that she thought had ceased to exist. Back to School “Honey it's time to get up”, Maria slowly was waking Lila, who was still in her dreams and smiling about the wonderful time they had. But her girl just turned away, as if her mum was reality that came closer. “Lila, wake up!” she repeated herself a little louder, rocking her daughters belly a few times. The young girl slowly opened her eyes, not willing to accept that the sun had risen, and the new day had started. Her mum let her time to stretch for a second. “You have to get ready for school”, she said, slowly removing her blanket and revealing that Lila wet her diaper she wore overnight. Now that they came home from their trip her mum had expected her daughter to stay dry, but at night her precious child never fully mastered potty-training and with her diapers she at least knew she would be safe, comfortable and dry during the night. For a second, her mum wished her kid could just stay so sweet, childish and innocent. And she could allow her to shamelessly go potty in it, as she did on their entire trip last week. The idea of letting her child continue using pampers during the day was in her mom's mind, but using her diaper would surely embarrass her little girl, especially when she was in school with all her more mature looking classmates. So her mum was glad that she had convinced her daughter to try wearing her good old panties for their return to school. And she doubted Lila would put enough dedication in keeping herself dry, as her girl did not mind using her diapers anymore. Now, she had her little girl laying on the bed, trusting her innocently, as she had on all the days of her vacations. And as she knew that the next days would be hard for Lila going back to her problems in class, she wanted to give her as much love and security as she could. “Do you mind if I help you get dressed?”, her mum offered as the little girl did not move and looked as if she wanted to stay in bed. Her still sleepy daughter nodded, looking forward to getting a little bit more from the love she experienced in the last days Her mum softly slid down her pyjama pants and removed the baby panties. With a smile, she opened the tapes of her childish looking but sodden wet diaper and softly cleaned her child. For a short moment it seemed that her mum was searching for one of these cartoons themed paddings as she was done with wiping her girl. “Can you get one of your panties on after you take a shower?” “Are you sure, just panties?”, Lila asked back, sounding a bit disappointed and worried, while pressing Noah on her chest, who naturally found its way in Lila's bed. “I am sure you will manage to stay dry when you remember to always go potty when your phone rings.”, her mum reminded her about the app on her phone that they had installed together yesterday. “Hmm”, the girl summed in inevitable approval, the app was a potty training helper for older kids and would send her to the restroom with a ringing sound whenever Lila had a break at school. While this was surely helpful, it put back the load and responsibility on the small kid's shoulders. Lila already wished she would be back on vacation. Carefree, happy, protected and joyful, like a small child, and surely not responsible for everything that could happen to her panties. “Come hop over to the shower”, her mum sent her to start her daily routine. Hopefully this day would go by without any new catastrophe happening in her life, she wished as the warm water tried to wash away her sleepiness. “Lila come ... don't waste too much time, your school bus is leaving in 20 minutes”, her mum yelled opening the bathroom door. She clearly did not want to hurry to get on this bus, not today and not on a math day. She hated her math teacher, even more than she hated school. With an unhappy face, she dried herself and ambled back to her room. “LILA, come on, we need to hurry.”, her mum was already standing there. She had prepared a fresh set of teen-style school clothes on her bed. Without letting her child time to realize it, she pulled the new shirt over her head, but it was not the loving help of her mum that she enjoyed so much in the last days. The stress that pulsed through her mum’s arteries felt like poison on her soul. She could not fight her off with her teenage temper. The sadness swapped over her, and she noticed tears rolling over her cheeks. “Sniff ... Sniff”, she tried to swallow her desperation and was still crying for help in this childish but irresistible way. Her mum placed her hand on her shoulder and waited for a second. She could still call her boss and tell them she would be late and bring her daughter to school. She took her phone and sent a short note. Before she hugged her child, rocking her until all her tears dried. “Baby wait I will help you”, her mum said, and she started to dress her into her mature teeny clothes, which actually would look quite out of place on her. She noticed her little girl actually also wet herself, when she was in tears, and she left a big wet spot on the well protected bed. “Did you already forget to go to the toilet?”, she asked patiently, as you would ask a toddler. She sent her little girl to the porcelain throne and changed the sheet on the mattress. Before she finally dressed her girl for the day. ### If we now examine the two binomials together we can reduce the denominator, we get a simple equation, the math teacher tried to explain to them. Lila, on the other hand, had been thinking for minutes about all these numbers and squares and why the teacher always expected her to find the solution. She rested her head on her arm in despair and had long since given up on solving this calculation. If she could at least get some rest during the break. But every time that stupid phone rang and sent her to the loo. Hmm, but at least she's stayed dry so far. Well, apart from the slightly damp feeling in her panties. ‘RRRRR’ The bell rang for a break and all the children wanted to get up to recover from the exhausting lesson before their teacher would talk for another hour about the different binomial formulae and their various applications. “Stop children STOP. Today, we have a two-hour lesson and next week we have exams. We're not taking the break today”, he explained sternly, that there would be no rest for what he saw as lazy math students. “So, let's summarize this”, he angrily continued in his class, while Lila's mind had already dreamed herself away before he had even finished writing the term. Why did it all have to be so difficult and complicated? She cursed inwardly. She did not dare to close her eyes but listening to her teacher's voice was almost painful for her right now. So she just tranced herself away into her beautiful memories of their last trip and her friendship with Alex. ‘Bumm’’ .... He suddenly slammed his fist at the table. “LILA, ARE YOU SLEEPING?”, the old math professor impatiently demanded her attention. “Can you explain to your classmates why you stare out of the window and not pay any attention to this important stuff?” The silence he left and the expectation from all the surrounding pupils embarrassed her even more. “No ... Nothing ... as always.” “So because you clearly seem to know everything about the binomial formulas, you can show it to us.” With a vengeful grin, he wrote the most difficult term on the blackboard and put the chalk on her desk. “Go, Lila, I want to see what you learned in your sleep.” “I Just ... I”, she stumbled as she anxiously got up. She had no glue, what she was supposed to do with that math problem, not even where to start. Her heart was beating like crazy and there was this crowing need in her blather urging her to head to a bathroom, as she did not go in her break. She could not ask her professor to leave for a potty break. It would surely be denied as an attempt to chicken out of her make-up exam. Desperate, she tried to remember the formula to at least put that on the blackboard and remembered her dad explaining that to her before their vacation. It had brackets in it, she was sure, starting with an opening one. Assuming it was something with a and b, she was pretty sure as well. “You don't even know the basics”, the angry teacher yelled from her place, where he seemed to be inspecting her booklet. “You will never make it this year, and you just rob the time from your classmates.”, he went on, talking so loud that all her efforts not to cry failed, and she started sobbing in tears. ... “You finally have to grow up and take responsibility”, he shouted once more, sending the girl deeper into her desperation. And as Lila lost all her self-control, she noticed how the warm wet feeling was spreading in her crotch. “Lila is wetting herself, look how an immature baby she is.”, one of the rouged girls who already wanted to look somewhat attractive, jeered. “You did really just pee yourself in my classroom”, the teacher added while sounding mad. Lila could no longer stand being in class; she was feeling embarrassed and beaten up. She just wanted to hide ... or run away ... as fast as she could. Without giving anyone a chance to catch her, she started to move, kicked the door open and flew even further down the hallway. She wanted to be back home, but she knew it would be empty. Without even stopping, she passed some of her teachers and slipped out of the main door. “LILA stop, please”, she heard a voice calling for her but like a herd of buffalos she could not. ‘QUICK ... TuuuT ... TuuuT’, she ignored the signal horn of a car right behind her as she crossed the street and noticed that she was on her way over to the house where she normally would attend the afternoon program. She needed a place to be safe. To think for a moment about her options. About where to go....

Hey Everyone! While I'm in the process of gradually winding down The Running Shoes, I decided to make another one-off short story in the age regression category. As for the format, I decided to try a first-person narrative for most of the story. The entire story is complete, so I am welcome to all of your feedback! The summary is below. So without further ado, here's the story! Summary: Emmy, an 18-year-old babysitter experiences an unexpected surprise when she decides to try her baby sister Erica’s infant formula. When her curious experiment becomes a full-on obsession, how does Emmy conceal her newfound obsession with her now powdered pastime? 1. Babysitting Erica Dear Diary, No. That’s not right. Hi journal! It’s me! No! That still doesn’t work. Well anyway, it’s me. Emmy Smith. My parents are having another night out so I’m stuck babysitting my baby sister again. I mean, come on! I’m 18 years old and I just graduated a year ago, for crying out loud! This is not a good time! Well anyway, look out world, because Emmy Smith is going to be the next great influencer. You can find me on Insta, TikTok, YouTube and all socials (Blue Sky and X)! Just watch my videos, okay because they’re pretty funny. Well, getting back to tonight. I am sulking in my room. Little Erica is having her late afternoon nap and believe me. She must have it or she’ll be your worst nightmare. And what else? Erica is almost 10 months old and she just started to walk. Wait until she learns how to run! Then she’ll be a LOT of fun. I just want to get to the part where she potty trains since I am TIRED of changing her diapers. I stand up and hear the faint sound of crying coming from the other room. Really?! There goes my peace. Mom could’ve done this but she’s having her fun evening with dad! Okay fine. Usually I get a ping on the baby monitoring app, but let’s see what she needs… No sooner than I approach her room, my phone is vibrating. And there it is! The ping from the baby monitoring app! Couldn’t you have told me BEFORE she started crying? Anyway, let’s see what “wittle Eri” needs… I enter Erica’s room, and I’m immediately overcome with the scent of baby powder. The white noise machine is still on, and Erica upon seeing me begins to cry even louder. “It’s okay!” I said, in my condescending voice that I do just for my little sister. “Emmy’s here! Big sis is ready to wait on you hand and foot!” I effortlessly lift my little sister out of her crib and then…*sniff* *sniff* Oh. My. Gosh. What died in there? The smell gets worse and worse as I try to quiet down my sobbing little sister. While I stuck Erica’s pacifier in her mouth, she was still wailing. Hold on, little sis. It’s fine. Everything’s fine… I set little Erica down on the changing table while I swear was bought brand new just for her. I mean, I wish that you could see her nursery! Since before Kiki was born, my parents succeeded in not only giving my little sister her own nursery, but an opulent chamber fit for a princess. Seriously. My room could use a remodel, but they spared no expense for little Erica. Yuck. When I opened Erica’s diaper, it was nothing but cringe. Seriously. How can a 10-month-old produce that much shit? It’s all over the place, and…get it together Emmy. I’ll just take a pile of baby wipes and…there. Don’t reenact what happened the other day, little sis. The last time that I had to babysit you, I had to change your shitty ass four times! Seriously! That was not a good time. About a dozen baby wipes later, I finally get to cleaning the rest of my sister’s bum and princess parts before I powder a new Pampers Size 3 diaper. As I lay Erica on the diaper, I notice a red spot on her crotch. I guess I’ll have to use the Aquaphor on this. I apply a generous glob on my hands and rub it in to address my little sister’s diaper rash. Now, can we get to the part where I finish diapering you? I powder the diaper and then powder my sister’s princess parts. I fold the diaper between her legs and fasten the tabs snugly around her waist. There. Now you’ll be good for a couple hours if I’m lucky. My baby sister can’t talk yet, but she does do a lot of cute babbling. I think that she’s trying to talk but she can’t really make any words yet. I snap the crotch buttons on her white onesie with zoo animals on it. As I pick her up, she fusses, squirming as I carefully place her on the floor. But little Erica wasn’t satisfied with being on the floor. No. She presses her hands against the floor, propping herself up on both her legs. She uses a leg from the nearby changing table to keep her balance and gives me a big smile. Yay! My little sister can stand! As much of a pain as it is to watch Erica, I can’t help but love the little girl. I mean, look at her! She’s my little sister! My BABY sister. And as much of a chore as it is to babysit her, I often find myself getting lost in all the cute moments that she creates for me every day. I begin running the mental checklist through my mind, making sure that Princess Erica gets everything that she needs. And that’s when I heard it. DING DONG! Is it them? It can’t be. DING!!!! DONNNNNNG!!! It could. It definitely could be them. DINGDONG!!!! Okay! I’m coming! I walk over to the door and open it. And yeah. It was just as I suspected. My friends Jessica and Kayla are here, but wait until I tell them the unfortunate news. That it’s not going to be a fun trip to the movies tonight. Oh no. That’s ‘cause Emmy has babysitting duty tonight. Jessica. Kayla. Look. I have babysitting duty tonight. Okay? I wonder how they’ll take it? 2. Girl’s Night…In? I hated to break the news to them. But I didn’t want to keep them waiting! But there Erica was, crawling into the kitchen since her curiosity knows no bounds. Hey sis. My friends are at the door so I’m going to pick you up, okay? DING!!!!! DONG!!!!!! “I’m coming!” I shouted as I carefully cradled my baby sister in my arms. My sister is now comfortably resting in my arms by my chest. Wow. I’m surprised at how she’s letting me hold her! Usually, she’s squirming like crazy. Hold on, Jessica and Kayla. I’m coming! I carefully turn the knob with my left hand while firmly wrapping Erica in my other arm. And there both my friends stood. Kayla had an understanding look while Jessica had her mouth wide open like a goldfish. And what does Jessica say? “Oh. You’re babysitting?” Jessica said, in a surprised tone that she didn’t need to have since I knew that she was an only child. Plus, she knew that I have a baby sister so what’s the surprised tone about? She began to turn away and gesture to Kayla, as if she wanted Kayla to follow her. “Come on. Emmy’s babysitting her sister. We can go to the mall and watch the movie without her.” Kayla jabbed Jessica right in the groin, which made her wince in pain. “What kind of friend are you, Jess? We’re going to help Emmy babysit Erica tonight, okay? Shopping and the movie can wait for another night.” Kayla then smiled at me. “Besides, I get it, Emmy. I watch my little brother all the time, which is something that Jessica would never understand…” That’s right, Kayla. We babysitters understand what it means to watch our younger siblings. At least I have a friend that gets that! You Jessica on the other hand better do something to redeem yourself or I’m going to have to ask you to leave. Kayla and I are in the “Siblings Babysitter’s Club” (NOTE: Not a real club, LOL) and you have no part in it unless you help us watch Erica. Then I saw it. Jessica, as entitled as she was, let out a deep sigh. “Okay. We’ll help you watch Erica, I guess.” “Uh uh,” I told her sharply. “There’s no guessing in babysitting. You just do it! Besides, Erica is SO ADORABLE! Aren’t you, Eri?” Erica, who knew that she was being talked to, made her cute babbling sounds. Then, she began squirming uncomfortably in my arm. “Mama?” I had to sadly break the news to my baby sister. “Sorry kiddo,” I said in a syrupy sweet voice. “Mama won’t be home until later. But come on! Let’s get you your bottle, okay?” As per the routine for little Erica, she always got her bottle when she woke up from her naps. Fortunately, my mom already left one bottle in the fridge, giving me clear directions that I would have to make another one to feed to her before her bedtime. I glanced at my friends, and saw this as an opportunity for them to help me. I slyly glanced at Jessica and smirked. “Could you please be a good friend and get Erica’s bottle? It’s in the fridge.” Jessica looked like she was about to lose it. “Do I have to? Why does she still drink from a bottle?! She can walk now, right?” I watched Kayla scowl at Jess. “Walking doesn’t mean that she graduated from the bottle, Jess. My little brother Daniel is four and he didn’t stop drinking from the bottle until he was 18 months. A little late, I know. They should be ready to be weaned by at least a year. C’mon Jess. Do it or Emmy and I will have you change Erica’s diaper, and we’ll make sure that it’s extra messy.” Jessica, looking disgusted at the very idea of changing a diaper, immediately got up. I guess she decided that getting a baby bottle was less of a pain than changing my little sister’s diaper. Fair enough, Jess. I’ll give you a pass. She marched into the kitchen while I followed Kayla into the living room while carrying Erica in my arms. This was until Kayla offered to carry Erica the rest of the way, from the entryway all the way to the living room. Thanks Kayla. And look at that cute face on Kiki! I think she likes you! While Kayla and I were comfortably lounging on the couch, Jessica begrudgingly walked into the living room holding the baby bottle that contained little Eri’s after nap snack. A delicious blend of Similac baby formula mixed with freshly filtered water from our fridge’s tap. Yum. Wait. Yum? While it was a silly thought, I don’t really know what baby formula actually tastes like. Is it any good? My little sister seems to like it. Would I? But no. Don’t be silly, Emily Smith. You are 18 years old. Eighteen-year-olds don’t drink baby formula. I mean, there’s a reason why they call it baby formula. It’s for BABIES. But as I watched Jessica place Erica’s baby bottle on the couch, I couldn’t help but stare at the contents of the bottle. Sure, I knew that the formula was for my baby sister. But what does it taste like? I just couldn’t get that thought out of my head! Yeah. It’s silly and stupid but now I couldn’t stop thinking about it. Before I could even think about grabbing the bottle to feed my sister, Kayla grabs the bottle and proceeds to begin feeding Erica. What a saint! I didn’t even have to ask Kayla. She just did it! Watch and learn, Jessica. Watch. And learn. Jessica now had a jealous look on her face. “Let me do it! I got her the bottle. Can’t I feed her?” Kayla shook her head. “Not now, Jess. You need to be gentle when you’re feeding an infant. Now what did you say you were going to school for again?” She made a brief pause which I only knew meant that she already knew the answer. “Nursing, right?” Jessica nodded. “Yeah. So can I get some practice?” Both Kayla and I exchanged glances and grinned. I then gave Jessica a friendly nudge on the shoulder. “We’ll give you practice. You can change Erica’s next diaper. How about that?” “Eww!” Jessica cried in disgust. “Can’t I do something else?” “But Jessica!” Kayla argued in a mocking voice. “Nursing is taking care of someone. Don’t you want to take care of little Erica?” Jessica sighed. “Fine. I just don’t want it to be too yucky.” Jessica then pouted and looked at Kayla. “But you’re not studying to be a nurse! You’re going into child psychology!” I remained silent as I watched my friends bicker about their college studies. Unlike my friends, I was the black sheep that wasn’t quite in college yet. Sure, I got my diploma last year but I was not ready to go to college yet. I mean, I don’t really know what I want to do yet! So, I decided that I’m just going to be a famous influencer. And you don’t need a college degree to do that. I heard Erica begin to burp, so I grabbed a burp cloth that was sitting next to her other assorted things at the base of the coffee table. I flung it at Kayla, who managed to catch the mess that Erica was spitting up just in time. Yeah. My little sis always does that with every bottle she drinks. While it fills her up, she will always spit up a little bit. The bottle, which was once full of baby formula was now nearly empty and caked with milky residue. The afternoon, which went into the evening, was nothing too exciting. Yeah. It was just me, Kayla, and Jessica all taking turns at playing with little Erica in her playpen. We stacked blocks and colorful rings more times than what I cared to count. We pushed the colored shapes into their respective holes and watched my sister make her cute smile whether she was successful or not at fitting the shapes properly. Before dinner, we all took turns walking alongside Erica while she pushed herself in her walker, which looked like a shopping cart. And everyone, Jessica did it. She actually CHANGED Erica’s diaper! As much as I wanted it to be a poopy one, she lucked out and got to change a sopping wet one instead. And if you need to know the details, Jess did this right before Erica began playing with the walker. Kayla ordered a pizza for all of us from Doordash, while Jessica was kind enough to watch Erica while I prepared her nighttime bottle. I was now in the kitchen, with all my essentials to make Erica’s bottle on the kitchen island: New plastic bottle from the drying rack by the sink? Check. Similac Infant Baby Formula? Check. Knowing how messy the powdery baby formula was, I took the bottle and canister of formula over to the sink and sat the bottle inside the sink. Before I began preparing the formula, I decided to glance at the canister again. Upon reading it more closely, I was surprised to see that this formula touted theirs to be “Our closest formula to breast milk”. Really? To be honest, I can’t actually remember what breast milk actually tastes like. I think that my mom breastfed me when I was little, but that doesn’t mean that I remember anything about how the milk tasted. C’mon Emmy. Focus! You’re supposed to prepare your baby sister’s nighttime bottle! But…I just couldn’t focus. You guys, I just can’t. I just couldn’t adult today. I swear that my attention span was almost like a child’s. But there was the canister again. My focus sharpened as I lifted the lid off of the formula. The canister, I found, was half empty, with a plastic measuring scoop which was supposed to be two ounces of water for every level scoop of powdered formula. I glanced inside, my eyes intently gazing on the pale-yellow powdery mixture. I grabbed the scoop and dug it into the powder, leveling the scoop out with my finger before dumping the first scoopful into the empty plastic bottle. As I proceeded to get the second, third, and fourth scoopfuls into the bottle, it took every ounce of concentration to stop myself from just mindlessly gazing at the powdered formula. I mean, the burning question was in my mind. What does it taste like? Really. What does my baby sister’s baby formula taste like? The question was now like a raging forest fire in my mind. Finally, I sat the measuring scoop back into the canister and sealed it with the plastic lid. I walked over to the fridge and carefully filled the baby bottle to the 8-ounce line. I then screwed the teated lid on the bottle before placing a domed cap over it. I then vigorously shook the bottle until all the contents were thoroughly mixed together. To my surprise, the yellow powder that mixed with the water made the milk white. Yeah. This is something that I don’t really pay attention to, but you have been following this story so far, I can’t stop thinking about the formula! Does my sister even like it or is it just something that she has no choice but to consume? I walk out of the kitchen, holding the bottle while what I now felt was the weirdest urge. I wanted to drink my sister’s bottle so bad to see how it tastes! Get it together, Emmy! You are going to feed it to Erica, okay? I anxiously stared at the baby bottle while my sister was nestled in my lap, steadily sucking the contents down. Sure, I wanted to know how the formula tastes, but I now had a look of jealousy on my face. My sister looked like she was enjoying the formula while I watched her drink it. How is it suddenly feeling like torture now? Every second that I watched my sister drink her bedtime meal was…agony now? (She already had her strained peas and peach cobbler earlier for dinner.) Finally, relief. The bottle was empty so my anxiety subsided. Kayla gave me a weird look and nudged me. “What’s wrong, Emmy?” I ignored Kayla’s question and glanced at the empty bottle. “I need take care of Kiki’s empty bottle. And we need to get my sister ready for bed!” Kayla nodded. “Okay. We can do that. But let’s hurry. We’re all hungry.” Phew! She bought it. Good save! Oh yeah. While I was feeding Erica her bottle, the pizza came and we have been keeping it warm in the oven (Thanks Kayla for turning the oven on!). I’m kind of hangry myself so I think it’s time that I get my sister ready for bed. I rinse the milky residue out of the bottle and teat and set it in the sink. The three of us wasted no time in getting my cute little sister ready for bed. I drew the bath to a reasonably warm temperature, as it can’t be too hot because of my baby sister’s sensitive skin. Jessica was very helpful, but I could only guess that it was because of how seriously she was taking her duties since she wanted to be a nurse. I think it was more of that motivating her than actually caring about Erica like me and Kayla did. That, and she looked hangry like me and Kayla. And wow. Jessica is once again proving herself to me and Kayla by putting Erica in her nighttime diaper. Her process was a little more refined from the last time that she changed her. This has me thinking “Hmm…Maybe Jess has what it takes to be a nurse after all. Maybe it had more to do with her father being a doctor and her wanting to be a nurse like her mother. Kayla dressed Erica in her clothes for bedtime. She opted for a pink onesie, since this would be much easier to change her diaper than a footed sleeper. She placed her in a mint green sleep sack. I had the liberty of tucking in my sister. I carried my sister to her crib and placed her inside it. I took her clear pink see-through pacifier and placed it in her mouth before giving her a soft pat on the head. “Good night, baby sis.” After that, I glanced at my two friends as a pang of hunger hit all of us in the stomach. It was now time for pizza and some much-needed girl time. 3. Pizza and the Formula Dare Aw, relief. The three of us all smiled as we managed to devour an entire Supreme pizza between the three of us. We all licked our fingers as we finished every last stray topping that fell on our paper plates as we were all comfortably sprawled across the couch. Kayla and Jessica were the hungriest, so they each ate three slices. I had just two, which was enough to satisfy my hunger. I was especially pleased to find that one of my supreme slices had a little more sausage than mushrooms, green peppers, and onions. Kayla gave me a suspicious look again. “Spill it, Emmy. You were very nervous when you were feeding your sister earlier. What’s wrong?” Jessica smiled. “You can tell us, Em. The little one’s in bed and it’s just us now.” I sighed, as I really didn’t think that it was something that my friends needed to know about. But they’re my friends so I guess I better spill it. “Um…” I stammered. “I know that this is stupid and silly, but have you ever wondered what baby formula tastes like?” Jessica smirked. “Really Em?” Kayla shrugged her shoulders. “Let me guess. You wanted to try your little sister’s baby formula? Emmy, it’s for Erica! We have our own food! That’s hers.” “I know,” I told them, my face turning a shade of red. “But haven’t you ever wondered what it tastes like?” Kayla shook her head. “It probably just tastes like powdered milk, with vitamins and probiotics.” Jessica could not help but smirk. “No Kayla. I think that she’s on to something. Hey Em. Do you want some baby formula? I think that you should try it!” “No Jess!” Kayla argued. “That’s not Emmy’s! It’s for Erica!” “Not anymore!” Jessica argued with a big smirk on her face. “Erica is sleeping so it’s Emmy’s now. Besides, I have an AWESOME idea for the best TikTok ever! And guess what? I’ll be preparing Emmy’s baa baa. Wouldn’t you want that, Emmy?” My face turned red as Jessica gave me a mischievous glance. She can’t be serious! That is my sister’s baby formula! I mean, I wanted to try it but this is totally embarrassing! I mean, do I have to? Right in front of my friends? But then I thought of Jessica’s idea with the TikTok. If me and Jessica do this right, This TikTok could go totally viral and I will be famous! Sure, it’s a silly video of me drinking from a baby bottle, but I’ll be posting a bunch of other random shit that everyone will just want to watch after this one! This will launch my influencer career! I finally gave Jessica a nod of approval. Sure. I’ll do it, Jess. I’ll do it for the TikTok. I’ll do it for the views! I’ll do it for the fame. And most of all, I’ll do it just so I can know what that formula tastes like! As per my directions, I instructed Jessica to fill the bottle with four level scoops of Similac 360 Total Care, making sure that she filled the water to the 8-ounce line. After that, Jessica screwed on the teated lid and popped the domed cap on, before she began shaking away. “Shake it!” Jessica sang. “Shake it like a Polaroid picture! Whoo!!!” Jessica went all out, having fun with shaking the bottle that she was going to give me. And to be honest, I actually felt excited. Despite the embarrassment that I would have to endure with my friends watching me drink the formula, I would at least know once and for all what it tasted like. Kayla didn’t want anything to do with what me and Jessica were doing, so she frowned at us. “Jess,” she sighed. “You know that’s Erica’s. Her formula. And you’re going to make a stupid TikTok with that?” But Jessica was quick to shut her down. “So?” Jessica countered. “Emmy’s going to be a famous influencer, and then she can buy her own formula! Yeah! We’re just going to be making these videos. It’s going to be awesome!” We walked away from Kayla and Jessica reminded me that we needed a script before we started recording the TikTok. The plan would be as follows. Jessica would hand me the bottle and I would start drinking it. I would then begin acting silly and make baby sounds. Maybe a few goo’s and gaa’s and that would be it. Jessica held out my phone and we began recording the TikTok. I was very nervous, but I focused on my mission. Jessica gave me a big teasing smile. “Does baby Emmy want her baa baa?” In humoring the act, I nodded. “Yeah! I want baa baa now!” And just like that, I swiped the baby bottle from Jessica and began sucking the teat of the bottle. But something was wrong. No milk was coming out! How did Erica do this? She made it look so easy! Finally, after what felt like a couple of minutes, I managed to get the first few drops out. And…wow. That baby formula tasted so sweet. Yes. Very sweet. Like a powdered milk, but WOW was it good. As more drops came out of the bottle and into my mouth, I carefully sucked at the right point of the bottle and found a lot more of the milk coming out now. Bingo! I found the easy way to suck out the milk. To ham things up, I stopped drinking and glanced at the camera. “Goo goo!” I said, giving my best baby impression. “Gaa gaa! I dwink more!” And with that, I sucked down the rest of the milk in the bottle like a pro. And wow. That sweet aftertaste. Is this really what breast milk actually tastes like? It’s really anyone’s guess but I’m just going to call this a W for today. Jessica stopped recording and began to snicker. “You were wonderful, baby Emmy.” She teased, playfully shoving me in the side. Kayla and Jessica stayed for a little longer before they decided to leave. This left me with the cleanup. It wasn’t much that I had to take care of. All I had to do was rinse out the baby bottle and quickly wash it, so that mom wouldn’t suspect anything. There. Bottle is rinsed. Bottle is washed. And bottle is rinsed again. I sat the bottle in the drying rack, but then noticed the canister of baby formula that was just sitting there. Should I have some more? Because I’m really starting to crave this stuff now! Well, mom and dad told me that they would be staying out late, so why not? Being very tired, I decided to make my own “nighttime bottle”. I took one of my 24-ounce stainless steel water bottles and scooped 12 scoopfuls of baby formula (one for every two ounces) and filled my water bottle to the brim with water. I then tightly sealed the water bottle and began shaking it like crazy. There. Now I have 24 ounces of delicious goodness that I can enjoy before bed. I carefully sealed the baby formula and placed it back where I originally found it. I do my usual night routine and remove all my makeup before taking a cozy shower. I brush my teeth, floss, and gargle my mouthwash. I then put on another bra before changing into a white nightgown. And how could we forget our water bottle filled with baby formula? What a treat. I unscrew the small opening to my water bottle and begin drinking the sweet formula, which surprisingly tasted even better than the first time. Yes. Very sweet. It’s a whole lot. Almost done. Wow. I can’t believe I’m drinking the whole thing. *BURP* Okay. It’s gone. Man was…that…good…………………. I don’t know how quick it happened, but right after that, I fell fast asleep. 4. The Wrong Side of the Bed Ugh. I don’t know what happened, but something kept waking me up several times during the night. CRUNCH! CREAK! CRRRRRRUNNNNNCH! OW! What just happened? Whatever happened, I’m very tired so I’m going back to sleep. I fell asleep, the aftertaste of the baby formula still in my mouth. CRUNCH! CREAK! CRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRUNNNNCH! Again? I swear that this has happened at least five times or more. And…whoa. Did I just lose weight? No. Because my nightgown…What the…..! I sit up in my bed to find almost everything that I was wearing falling off of me. My bra didn’t fit me anymore. My panties were now enormous and now I’m swimming in my nightgown! Totally shocked, I undress and enter my ensuite bathroom in my birthday suit. The first thing that I did was step on the scale and…Oh. My. Gosh. 73.6 POUNDS?!!! I lost almost 50 pounds overnight! I run over to the mirror by the sink and I swear that I saw a middle school version of me staring back at me. WHAT?! HOW? All I did was drink some baby form….u….la. No. I was now in a complete state of denial. No no no no no no no no no! Really? All I did was drink my baby sister’s baby formula and now I’m a middle schooler again? No! I’m going to be a famous influencer! Well, on the off chance that the baby formula did push me closer to babyhood, I am NOT having any more of that stupid formula, no matter how good it tastes! I glanced at my alarm clock, which read 8:22 AM. Well, it’s Friday so it’s time to get up. But how is my mom going to see me like this? None of my clothes fit me anymore. Not even my panties! I pull my now oversized nightgown back on and began walking outside my room, dragging it as I went. And really? My timing could not have been any more perfect, because there mom stood, as if she was about to open my door. “Honey!” My mom told me. “I was just about to….Oh. Hmm….It looks like someone was naughty last night.” After that, mom gave me this smile that really started to creep me out. What? So, she’s not shocked that I’m this young now? My mom then glanced at me normally like nothing weird was going on. “It’s okay. You did a bad thing, but now you’re going to have to own up to your mistake. Now those clothes are way too big on you, sweetie. It’s a good thing that your mom still has your older clothes!” That’s when I remembered just how much of a packrat that my mom was. And yeah. Most of my older clothes she actually kept. How convenient! My mom left the hallway for a little bit and came back with a measuring tape. She measured me and nodded. “Yup. You’re a size 10.” My mom left to go down to the basement to find my older clothes. I couldn’t believe it. Overnight, I went down 8 whole sizes! Yup. If it’s that stupid formula, I’m never having any of it again. Maybe if I’m lucky, it will wear off and I will grow back to normal? A few minutes later, my mom came back carrying a large plastic tote. She opened it and the very first shirt was a Lavender Hello Kitty graphic tee. Really? Sure, I was into Hello Kitty in middle school but I’m WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY past that phase. I shook my head. “No mom! I don’t like Hello Kitty!” My mom gave me a stern look. “It doesn’t matter, sweetie. You made a mistake, dear and now you have to own up to that mistake. Okay? Now you liked Hello Kitty when you were 12 and see? It fits you perfectly! Now there should be a few skirts, underwear, and socks in there. I have another tote with pajamas, okay?” I started to cry. This was a nightmare of my own making and I just wanted to wake up from it. Six years lost in just one night? It was official. I have now lost my adulthood and this was more than what I could take. “Sweetie,” My mom said with a sigh. “Crying is not going to make it better. Now if you would’ve been a good girl, you would never have to worry about this. But it’s okay. Mommy will make it work. Okay? Get a shower. We made a nice breakfast for you. Erica is even already downstairs so you’re the last one up. Now be a good girl for mommy, okay?” My mom left to get the other tote and I sullenly walked to my room, carrying the heavy tote filled with my old clothes. After picking a off-white skirt with colored stripe patterns, a cupped bra, a pair of pink underwear, the lavender Hello Kitty graphic tee, and a pair of white socks, I sulked all the way to the shower. But as I washed my sorrows down the drain in the shower, a feeling of terror came over me. How was it that my mom wasn’t even bothered at me being younger? She told me that “someone was naughty last night” and I knew that someone was me. Does she know what the formula can do already? And how is it that this particular baby formula makes me younger? Did mom do something that altered the formula? Then that means, my baby sister….Erica! I was dumbfounded. Could it be possible that my little sister used to actually be older than me? All this time, I thought that I was just being a good sister, feeding my sister her formula. But afterall, she’s not even a year old yet. But who knows what could’ve happened before then? Something is not adding up… Despite me being a preteen again, I still felt like an adult inside. And that was the most frustrating part. I comb my hair and put on all my clothes. With it only being June, I knew that my future was ruined. How was I going to be a famous influencer now? I exited the shower and entered my room, to find my mom yanking out all my old adult clothes that don’t fit me anymore. This was heartbreaking to see the clothes that used to fit me yesterday were now being packed into a tote and hauled away. All because I drank some baby formula. Just how stupid could I be? But that’s the stupid part! Baby formula is not supposed to literally turn you into a baby! This was the stuff of science fiction, and the scariest part was that it was happening to me for real. I glanced at my mom, trying to look like an adult. “Mom?” I asked her. “Can I be a famous influencer? Because I know I haven’t gone to college yet…” Mom gave me a smug smile. “Sweetie, you haven’t even completed the seventh grade yet.” I scowled. “But mom!” I protested. “I have a high school diploma and you know it!” My mom nodded. “You do, sweetie. But you were a naughty girl, and now you have to repeat the seventh grade. And yes. You will have to earn your diploma again. That’s your punishment for being such a naughty girl. But don’t worry, dear. We will work through this. Okay?” I gave my mom a clever smile. “Was Erica a naughty girl?” At this, my mom gasped. “Erica is a good girl, honey! Erica doesn’t know what is good or bad yet, so mommy has to decide for her. And honey, Erica is a good girl. It is you who are naughty. Now, we’re going to enroll you in middle school next week. You will start in the fall. You are going to be a good girl for mommy, okay?” I had no choice but to comply at this point. “Yes mom,” I said reluctantly. Breakfast was filled with the usual fare that we had in the morning. Bacon, sausage, eggs, and toast. I was so late that my baby sister was not even at her highchair. I was the only one at the kitchen table, eating my breakfast. Both my parents started their work. And to fill you all in, both my parents work from home, so they have a lot of flexibility in being able to take care of Erica. During the day, I checked my TikTok and to my surprise, the TikTok I made last night with Jessica had more than 215,000 views. Yup. The video is on its way to becoming viral. But I’m not an adult anymore so how’s that going to even matter? I’m now a middle schooler that according to mom, I have to repeat middle school and high school again. Well, if I don’t have any more of that stupid formula, I won’t have to worry about getting any younger so maybe I can get older? I’m kind of hoping that it will wear off and I can get older right away. The rest of the day was boring. And now… KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK! Oh. I think that my mom is knocking. What does she want? My mom smiled and glanced at my dad, who was next to her. “Sweetie?” My mom said with a grin. “I know that you don’t look the part anymore, but could you please babysit Erica again? Daddy and I are going out again and we won’t be back until very late. Besides dear. Twelve is the appropriate age to start babysitting. If you need help, just call the neighbor next door.” My mom then gave me a stern look. “Now you were a very naughty girl last night, so here’s your chance to be a good girl, okay? Mommy has more formula for Erica. It’s a brand new one since mommy made a new bottle from the last of the old canister. It’s already open since I poured the last of the old formula into the new one. Make sure that Erica gets her nighttime bottle before bed. And no drinking the formula this time, honey. Mommy doesn’t want you to be naughty. Be a good girl for mommy, okay?” I nodded, knowing very well that I wasn’t going to have any of that stupid formula this time. Sure, it tasted good but if it’s going to make me a baby, then I never want to have any of it again. About a half hour after my mom and dad left, Erica to my surprise was still sleeping. DING!!!!!! DONG!!!!! It’s them. My friends again. Kayla and Jessica. I am so dead. What are my friends going to do when they find out that their best friend is now a preteen again? I groaned and closed my eyes, praying that the doorbell was only my imagination. 5. Babysitting Blunder DING!!!!! DONG!!!!!!!! Nope. I am not dreaming. That damn doorbell is still ringing! And wow. I am so surprised that Erica is still sleeping! Usually, she would be up from her nap by now. But the biggest problem with me being a preteen now is being shorter. According to mom’s measurements, I am 8 inches shorter than I was yesterday! And now, I have to answer the door looking like a preteen instead of an adult woman. Well, here we go! I wonder what Kayla and Jessica will say? I let out a deep sigh and open the door. The first thing that Jessica does is frown. “Um…” she said, pointing at me. “Where’s Emmy? I didn’t know she had a third sister…” Kayla sighed and then glanced at me, her face as pale as a ghost. “Um, Jess? I think that is Emmy. Is it you, Emmy? You look a lot like you did when we used to go to middle school.” It had to have been the way that Kayla said it, but I couldn’t hold back the tears anymore. I weeped and turned my face to the floor. “Go away,” I told them. “I am babysitting my sister and I don’t want anyone to bother me.” But unlike Kayla, Jessica just smiled when she looked at me. “If it really is you, Em, then you really need us to help you watch your sister tonight. But first, let’s get something to drink, okay?” Jessica’s eyes shifted towards the kitchen, which made Kayla frown. “What are you doing, Jess?” Kayla asked her. Jessica paced quickly towards the kitchen. “Oh, I’m just getting Emmy a little drink, okay?” Kayla began to advance towards Jessica. “No, you’re not. You just want to give her more of Erica’s baby formula, right?” But Jessica ignored her question, outdistancing Kayla through the kitchen all the way to the fridge. She opened it to find a baby bottle filled with formula already in there. “Oh. What do you know? I don’t have to make one! Come here, baby Emmy…” I didn’t like where this was going at all, so I walked over behind Kayla. Jessica glared at me when she saw that I wasn’t following her directions. “Fine. If you’re not going to come to me, then I’ll do it myself!” Jessica hurried towards me, holding the baby bottle in her hands. No. You are not doing this! I successfully evaded Jessica and doubled back into the kitchen again. Jessica then grinned, holding the baby bottle filled with formula in front of my face. “Come on, Emmy. I know you like it. It’s so good. And don’t worry. I will help you this time.” Stop. Just stop. My will power was failing me as Jessica removed the cap of the baby bottle and began pushing the nipple towards my mouth. It is good. Yeah. I found myself doing the thing that I would never expect to do. I let Jessica feed me the bottle, as she calmly led me to the living room. “There.” Jessica cooed as she pointed to a spot on the couch where I sat. I kept drinking the baby bottle while she held it in her hands. Why did you have to do this, Jess? You’re going to get me into trouble! But before I knew it, I let out a soft burp as I realized that the bottle was completely empty. I then glared at my best friend, who for some reason thought that it was a good idea to play house. “Jess!” I shouted. “My mom specifically told me not to have any of Erica’s formula! You then go and feed all of it to me! What kind of friend are you? Get out of here! Get out!” Jessica nodded. “But I fed it to you, Em. You didn’t get it yourself. You don’t have to worry. It’ll be fine.” Suddenly, a loud wail could be heard in the distance. “Good going, Jess.” Kayla scowled. “Now can you please make a bottle for Erica while me and Emmy get her up?” Jessica nodded. “Gladly. I’ll have another one made in just a couple of minutes!” Jessica volunteering to make the bottle did nothing to undo what she had already done. She had broken one of my mom’s rules. And the worst part about it is that I’m going to be the one who will get in trouble while Jessica will get out of it scot-free. Some friend you are! Kayla and I were in Erica’s bedroom, where my baby sister was still wailing. I secretly felt glad that Kayla was helping me with her, as the stress of me being a preteen again didn’t do anything to help the situation. Sure, I was tall enough to reach over the crib, but I let Kayla take care of this instead. And my am I glad that I did! It didn’t take long for both Kayla and I to smell what we knew would be a very poopy diaper. I grimaced at Kayla, who responded with a reassuring smile. “Don’t worry, Emmy.” Kayla told me. “I got this. I have changed Daniel’s poopy diapers many times. He’s mostly trained now and he only needs to wear Pull-Up’s to bed.” I nodded and calmly watched Kayla do her thing after she laid Erica on the changing table. Not only did she end up using fewer wipes than me, she took less time to change her! Wow. Kayla, can you come over and help me babysit Erica more often? Kayla carried Erica out of the room and I followed her. And by the time that we both entered the living room, Jessica was sitting there, holding a freshly made baby bottle filled with baby formula. Kayla pointed to the bottle. “Let me feed her.” But Jessica shook her head. “I can do it!” Kayla sighed. “Okay, but feed Erica this time!” Jessica nodded. “Of course! Into my lap, Kiki.” Erica squirmed forward towards Jessica when she saw her holding a baby bottle. Jessica calmly situated Erica into her lap. “There you go…” Kayla carefully watched Jessica while she fed Erica. As for me, I watched from a distance. I didn’t want Jessica to get any other ideas for the rest of the day. After Jessica was finished feeding Erica, she sat her in Kayla’s lap while she went to the kitchen to wash out the baby bottle. I thought I was out of the park when Kayla quickly sat my baby sister in my lap. “Ugh…” Kayla said, groaning. “I really have to crap! Can you please watch your sister? I’ll be right back!” And off Kayla went, running to the nearest bathroom to answer her call of duty. Jessica came back into the living room and carried Erica to her playpen. “We’re going to play with some toys now!” As I started to stack blocks with Erica, Jessica ran off for some reason. I was right in the middle of stacking colorful rings with my sister when Jessica decided to jump scare me. “Emmy!” I turned around in a gasp to find Jessica holding another baby bottle filled with baby formula. “It’s your turn,” Jessica told me. “Erica got hers so now you’re getting yours!” I backed away, knowing that Jessica was trying to bait me into drinking more of my sister’s formula. “Are you serious?!” I shouted. “You’re going to get me in trouble! No!” All Jessica could do was smirk. “Yes. You’re going to be a good girl like your sister, okay?” And before I could even react, Jessica had another baby bottle nipple shoved right in my mouth. “Drink.” Jessica ordered. And for some stupid reason, I did just as I was told. I drank the baby bottle while I watched my best friend smile at me. “There you go, baby Emmy.” Jessica cooed. “You like that, don’t you? It’s so good, isn’t it?” And just like that, I couldn’t believe it. Another baby bottle was empty. “Oh, good girl!” Jessica praised. “You finished the whole thing! I got one more for later. I made three of them while you and Kayla were tending to Erica. Now go play with your sister!” Jessica went and took care of the baby bottle while I played with Erica. Jessica joined in on the playtime. A few minutes later, Kayla returned and joined in as well. Kayla ordered Chinese for dinner and we spent most of our time engaging with my little sister. After dinner, Kayla fed Erica her nighttime bottle and we got Erica ready for bed. After giving her a bath, brushing her teeth, diapering her, and putting on a footed sleeper, Kayla did the honors, placing her in her sleepsack and putting her in her crib. After we all left Erica’s room, Kayla’s phone vibrated. Kayla had to take a very important phone call, so she stepped out of the room for a few minutes. After Kayla hung up, she gasped. “I need to get home.” Kayla told us. “My uncle is in the hospital and my mom wants me to watch Daniel.” This was fine, since both Kayla and Jessica each had their own cars. Jessica gasped. “Hope your uncle’s okay! Get home and take care of your brother!” “Thanks.” Kayla told Jessica. “Bye!” The situation was so urgent that Kayla did not even think to instruct or warn Jessica not to feed me anymore baby formula. So there I was. Alone with Jessica. Jessica glanced at me with a grin. “I think that baby Emmy needs her nighttime bottle!” I shook my head. “No! You are not going to do it!” Jessica shook her head. “Oh. That’s not being a good girl, is it? Get in your jammies.” Well, it was bedtime and I was tired of this Hello Kitty shirt so I scurried upstairs to change into my pajamas. Since my mom took the liberty of replacing all my clothes, I found a set that looked okay. It was a white and pink striped two-piece tank top and shorts pajama set. And the size was…a 12 slim. Okay. I’m not quite used to tween sizes but okay. Now in my pajamas, I decided to brush my teeth. Right after I finished, I found Jessica standing in the hallway, holding a baby bottle filled with baby formula. “Ready Emmy?” I sighed. No, I’m not ready. Yet I advanced towards her anyway. Jessica smiled. “Good girl. Into your bedroom.” I did as I was told and I sat on my bed. Jessica sat beside me, lifting the cap off of the baby bottle and bringing the nipple to my mouth. “Drink Emmy…” Jessica ordered. I began drinking, this time without hesitation. After a couple of burps, I got very tired. I could faintly see Jessica tucking me in and blowing me a forehead kiss. “Sweet dreams, baby Emmy.” Was the last thing that I heard before I was fast asleep. 6. Bad Girl! CRRRRRRRRUNNNNNCH!!!!!! CRRREAK! CRUNCH!!! Ow! It’s happening again! To fill you in on what the pain felt like, I can only describe it as something similar to growing pains, only I was feeling this pain in my bones. And it’s not that my bones were growing. No. They were trying to push themselves together, or something. Whatever it was, I could feel the pain in my entire body. And just the bones, but my skin and various organs trying to combine together. I wince in pain as the painful experience continued. Finally, I went back to sleep. The crunching and creaking happened a few more times. This next round was particularly painful. CRUNCH!!!! CRRRRRRRRRRRREAK! CRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRUNCH! OH! OW!!!! My face was now flush red with tears as I cried in pain. But with the pain beginning to subside, I immediately felt my body to see what was different. But then I felt something…wet? Huh? No! I didn’t just wet the bed! I once again found my pajamas draping over me. Both straps of my pajama tank top drooped past my shoulders and the waistline of the pajama shorts felt way too big. And…Yup. Basically all of my pajama shorts were sopping wet with pee and so was my underwear, which was once again way too big on me. I got out of bed to notice the large wet spot that was right in the center of the fitted sheet that covered the mattress. Like yesterday, I walked into my bathroom completely naked and decided to weigh myself again. How much smaller did I get today? And my weight was…drumroll please….46.5 pounds. That’s almost another 30 pounds overnight! That’s 70 pounds in two days! And when I glanced in the mirror, I saw this little girl! And yeah. There was no trace of puberty on my body anymore, but I knew that I had to be older than a preschooler… “This is stupid!” I said out loud, completely shocked that my voice now sounds like a little girl. I mean, it didn’t even sound like I was talking! It sounded like some second grader was repeating the very words that I dictated to her. I then tasted it. I still had the aftertaste of the baby formula from last night. Jessica! Why did you do this to me? You made me drink even more of that stupid formula and now I’m just a kid! You ruined my life! I was supposed to start my career, but now my mom will probably make me return to elementary school in the fall. I could hear the creak of the door open to my room, with my mom calling my name. “Emmy! It’s time to…Oh dear sweetie! Did you wet the bed?” As much as I didn’t want to show my face to my mom, I slowly exited the bathroom, not even thinking about my nudity. My mom studied me and gave me a matter-of-fact nod. “Emmy, it looks like you were naughty last night. How many times do I have to tell you?” I sighed, knowing that whatever I told mom, she would not believe me. “Um…” I stammered in my now younger voice. “My friend…Jessica…she fed me the formula…” My mom stared at me in anger. “Bad girl! That is a lie, sweetie! Don’t you DARE lie to mommy! Now tell mommy that you took the formula and drank it or you’re going to be in a lot more trouble.” I sighed, as I knew that I would be lying in admitting to my mom something that I didn’t do. My eyes filled with tears. “I….I took the formula and drank it mommy….” My mom just looked at me with a disappointed sigh. “Good. See how good it is to tell the truth? Now, what’s done is done, dear. But don’t worry. Mommy will make it work, okay? Now stand still. Mommy needs to measure you again.” I sighed, and let my mother measure me from head to toe. “45 inches,” My mom told me. “That’s another foot. That would put you in…a size 5 child. Stay there.” I didn’t want to test my mom’s patience, so I just sat there and twiddled my thumbs. To kill some time while my mom was in the basement, looking for my smaller clothes, I took my smart phone from my dresser and opened up TikTok. And there it was. The TikTok that I made with Jessica now had 4.2 million views. Well, it’s too bad that I can’t be an influencer! With me not even looking 10 years old yet, there would be no way that anyone would believe me if I told them that I am an adult. As I glanced at the TikTok, I scorned the older and original version of myself, who was happily sucking away at a baby bottle and making pretend baby sounds. You idiot! If only you knew that you were going to be a preteen the next day! I closed TikTok and sat the phone on the dresser before the sound of footsteps filled the hallway. I am guessing that my dad was watching Erica, as my mom wouldn’t leave her unattended. My mom came back with a large tote that held even more clothes since they were smaller. “Let’s see,” my mom told me. “You were twelve yesterday and now you’re eight, today. How many times are you going to punish yourself, Emmy? If you were a good girl, you wouldn’t have to be going through any of this. Now since you’ve been naughty, mommy is going to give you a shower. Be a good girl and mommy will let you take a shower on your own. Now, get in the shower, Emmy.” Over the next 10-15 minutes, I let my mother bathe me. It felt humiliating having her doing something that I knew I was perfectly capable of doing myself. All because Jessica kept feeding me bottle after bottle last night. Seriously. I think that something is wrong with Jessica. Despite my mom going through the trouble of getting all my new clothes from the basement, I had no say in what I was going to wear. For underwear, my mom chose…please no. Twilight Sparkle undies from My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic. C’mon! I liked that show when I was six years old! Why mom? I sighed. “Mom, I don’t want that underwear.” My mom shook her head. “Emmy, when you were eight, you LOVED My Little Pony. Now be a good girl and step in.” I sighed, stepping into my totally childish undies. Next, my mom put me in a cute lavender dress. Really. I looked more like a first grader than a third grader. I think that it had to do with my growth spurt that I didn’t have until I was ten. Before that, I was slightly behind in my development. Upon coming down the stairs, my father was at the bottom, looking me over from head to toe. He then glanced at my mom. “I take it that she was naughty last night?” My mom nodded. “She was. But we’re going to put it past us, okay? Now I picked out this cute lavender dress for Emmy. Doesn’t she look adorable?” My dad nodded. “Very much so. What a shame. It looks like she’s going to be in the third grade this fall, right?” My mom nodded. “She is. Since Emmy was a bad girl and didn’t want to be an adult, she can just repeat her schooling until she graduates again.” My dad nodded, as if he was perfectly fine with whatever my mom said. “Sounds like a plan. Emmy, be a good girl for us. Okay?” I quietly scowled under my breath. Jessica was the bad girl. Not me! What did I tell you? She got me into trouble and now things keep going from bad to worse for me. For breakfast, I was glad that my mom actually let me feed myself. I had the usual spread of bacon, sausage, eggs, and toast and drank my apple juice. While I ate, my mom took care of my bedding. And since it was Saturday, my parents were not working. So we all went for a walk outside to a park that was near our house. My mom was pushing Erica in the stroller while I walked beside her, with my dad walking on the other side of the stroller. Despite all the trouble that I experienced, I do have to admit that the walk outside felt good. It was a wonderful break from being trapped inside the house. The last time I was out was around a week ago, when I went to the mall with my friends. *sigh* Those were the days. After the walk, my mom told me to go and play with my toys. When I went up to my room, I found that my mom had replaced my toys with more age-appropriate ones for an eight-year-old. And worst of all, my smart phone was gone! Did my mom take it? Feeling very frustrated, I left my room and entered my bedroom to find my mom talking to someone on her cellphone. “Hold on,” My mom told the person she was talking to. She glanced at me and smiled. “Yes sweetie?” “Mom, where’s my cell phone?” I demanded. “Did you take it?” My mom nodded. “Sweetie, you are not old enough for a cell phone yet.” I pouted. “But I was old enough for one yesterday!” My mom sighed. “You were, dear. But honey, you did that to yourself. Eight years old is too young for a cell phone. We’ll talk about it when you’re in middle school, okay?” “It’s not fair!” I shouted. “I have to wait until I’m 11 to get my phone back?!” My mom nodded. “Sass at me again and we’re going to make it 12. Now sweetie, you were a bad girl, and bad girls get punished. Okay? Now I already see that what you’re dealing with is punishment enough, so let’s put it past us. Now let me finish this phone call. Daddy and I are going out and I’m lining up a babysitter for you and Erica tonight.” I gave my mom the pouty face again. “A babysitter? Mom! I can babysit Erica!” My mom laughed. “You are eight, sweetie. Yes, you used to be older but you lost those privileges. You were naughty so just be a good girl for me, okay? Accept your punishment like a good girl and let mommy finish lining up this babysitter for you, okay? From what she told me, you’re going to have a very good sitter tonight!” I sighed, but felt a little relief when I thought about the positives. Kayla has to watch Daniel because of her sick uncle in the hospital. And Jessica can’t come over if the babysitter is watching me. So yeah. At least I won’t have to worry about watching my baby sister tonight. Fine. I’ll be a good girl, mom. “Okay.” I told her with a sigh, knowing that I’m not going to get my cell phone back. I returned to my room and played with my new age-appropriate toys, which consisted of the Barbies and Disney Frozen dolls that I had when I used to be eight. The whole gang was there, with Anna, Elsa, Hans, Kristoff, and even Olaf. Yeah, that was a fun movie but it felt very weird playing with dolls again. What surprised me was how lost I got in playing with my dolls. Before I knew it, I heard my mom shouting. “Emmy! Daddy and I are leaving now! The babysitter is here now! Why don’t you come out and greet her?” I nodded, and smiled thinking about how fun the babysitter was going to be. Afterall, my mom said that she was going to be very good. Okay. I’m coming down. I walk down the stairs and…my heart stopped when I saw the babysitter that was standing by the door. It was…Jessica. No. Mom! Not her! Please, not her! But there Jessica was, smiling when she saw me standing there, now towering over me. The tip of my head now grazed Jessica’s bust. “Jessica is going to be your babysitter tonight,” My mom told me. “She will be watching you and Erica. Be a good girl and help her with Erica, okay?” “Also,” My mom continued. “Sweetie, I am going to tell you what I already told Jessica. No formula. It’s for Erica only, okay? Now don’t even try to find the formula as it’s not in the kitchen anymore. You were a naughty girl so mommy had to hide it. Be good for Jessica and have fun, okay?” Yeah. Fun. Fun with that psychopath? Please mom. Don’t leave me with her! “Okay,” I said in a soft and sullen voice. And before I could even protest, my mom and dad were out the door. I glanced at Jessica in her white classic top and red skirt. Her smile was growing and my anxiety grew with it. This was not a good time. And I just knew that tonight was going to be a total nightmare. 7. Babysitter Nightmare Seriously. Jess. What the hell is wrong with you? Jessica is now looking at me with a look of complete satisfaction. Jessica then glanced me over from head to toe. “Wow. Quite the reverse growth spurt, kiddo! Or is it a shrink spurt? So now I know it’s that baby formula that’s doing this to you.” I nodded at her with my arms crossed, looking annoyed. “Duh. And you heard it yourself. My mom doesn’t want me having any of that baby formula. It’s for Erica.” Jessica smirked and shook her head. “It’s for you, baby. Now that I know that it’s the formula, I want to see just how much I can give you before you’re a cute wittle baby!” No! I backed away from her, looking frightened “N-n-n-no…” I told her in a frightened stammer. But Jessica wrinkled her nose and slightly bit down on her lip. “You will listen to me, little girl. Your mommy is not here so I am in charge. And since I am in charge, you are going to have some more formula, okay? Erica is taking her nap so you’re going first.” Jessica now looked even taller than before, even though nothing had changed. “Be a good girl for me and wait for your baa baa, okay?” The moment that Jessica left the room, I used this opportunity to try and hide. Now granted, this is not going to accomplish anything. I just want to be away from my crazy friend turned babysitter. I quickly entered a nearby coat closet and closed the door behind me. A few seconds later, the door opened. Jessica was standing there, holding a baby bottle filled with milk. “Playing hide and seek?” Jessica teased. “That wasn’t a very good hiding place, because I found you! Now Emmy, get on the couch so I can feed you your milky. And if I don’t? I began to glance away but found the nipple being pushed in my face. Jessica had the bottle tilted down into my mouth and I began sucking, gulping the contents down quickly. As I was doing this, Jessica led me to the couch and sat me down. “Good girl.” The milk felt even more filling than yesterday, since I had a much smaller body, meaning a smaller stomach. It was good. It was delicious. This was pathetic. I was a helpless slave and I could do nothing to break free from Jessica’s control on me. If I even tried to argue with her. Jessica would begin feeding me anyway. There was no way to win against her. Especially since I was now a decade younger than my original age. And who knows how much younger I’m going to be tomorrow with all the bottles that she is going to force feed me. I just barely finished the bottle when I could hear the sound of loud wailing. Jessica smiled. “Don’t worry, Em. There’s already another one for your sister. I made sure that there was two this time. Now your mommy told you to be a good girl, so help me with your sister, okay?” I nodded, still unable to get over the cringe that was my friend now being my babysitter. Jessica was no longer treating me like the friend that I was. To her, I was now a little kid. It’s not fair! What did I do to deserve this? But my answer was between my teeth and still on my lips. The aftertaste of the baby formula that I should’ve never tried in the first place. Had Jessica never dared me to try to formula, I would’ve never gone down this crazy rabbit hole of going from adult to child in mere days. My mom was right. I was a naughty girl. I was a bad girl. I totally deserved all of this because the curiosity of trying my sister’s baby formula got the best of me. Jessica gave me a gentle jab, snapping me out of my reverie as we approached my baby sister’s room. The wail seemed to have grown louder as we entered. Jessica wasted no time in hoisting my sister out of the crib and laying her on the changing table. And from what I saw, her treatment of Erica was no different than her treatment of me. My theory is that Jessica sees every child the same. It makes me wonder just how much she made off of babysitting so far this summer. What’s weird is that she wasn’t much into this until Kayla and I encouraged her. But wow. Her transformation to super-babysitter is night and day. “Wipes Emmy.” Jessica ordered. “I need more wipes for your sis. There we go!” I continued to provide Jessica with everything that she needed to quickly change my sister’s diaper. And no surprise, it was another really poopy one. Regardless of this, I did not see Jessica flinch at all. She only teased at just how messy it was. After my sister was changed into a new diaper, Jessica carried Erica into her arms and I followed them both downstairs to the living room. I sat with my little sister while Jessica retrieved her baby bottle out of the fridge. It was my sister’s turn, so I watched Jessica feed my sister. Jessica even had a burp cloth next to her so when my sister spit up, she masterfully caught the spit up. After my sister was fed, Jessica led both of us to Erica’s playpen. “Start playing with your sis,” Jessica instructed me. I did as I was told, and helped Erica stack blocks and colored rings. What seemed like 10 minutes later, Jessica came back to the living room and led Erica to her grocery cart walker. So I walked beside my sister while she walked. Jessica then turned on the TV and selected a Cocomelon video for Erica to watch. I watched the video with my sister. I was distracted until I felt the nudge of a bottle next to me. “It’s your turn,” Jessica whispered, as she tilted the bottle so that the nipple rested in my mouth. I helplessly sucked away at the sweet milk, enjoying all the sweet notes that flowed over my tongue and down my throat. When my bottle was empty, she took it and went to the kitchen to wash it. I’m guessing that she knew my sister’s feeding schedule and didn’t want to disrupt it with another bottle. After Cocomelon, my sister and I played with Jessica joining in. For me, the biggest disappointment was dinner. My mother had for me a nice TV dinner with chicken nuggets, fries, corn, and a brownie. It was supposed to be for me, but Jessica ate my TV dinner instead. My dinner instead was another bottle of baby formula. Yes, it was delicious and sweet, but I was kind of craving those chicken nuggets and fries. Alright? But what a clever coverup. Jess, my babysitter knew that my mom wanted me to eat my TV dinner, so she eats it instead so she could break more of my mom’s rules and have me get blamed again for it. Urgh! I just wish that my mom could believe me! But who’s going to believe a child? It’s not fair! Jessica wastes no time in quickly getting my baby sister ready for bed. Since my sister had another poopy diaper, Jessica had to spray my sister clean before she started her bath. From there, she followed the usual routine, using that opportunity to start getting me ready for bed. She had me brush my teeth while she brushed my sister’s. After she diapers my sister, puts her in a cute star and moon onesie, puts her in her sleepsack, and places her in her crib, she glances at me with a smile. “In your room,” Jessica ordered. “Change into your jammies. I’ll get your babas. Okay baby Emmy?” Now somehow used to that nickname, I sighed. “Okay.” I said in a flat obedient tone. While Jessica left, I checked to see what pajamas I wore when I was eight. I found a short sleeved pink set, with a button down top with matching bottoms. After I finished getting into my PJ’s, I plopped myself onto the bed, waiting for my deranged friend to feed me my nighttime bottle. The door gently opened, with Jessica holding not one, but TWO baby bottles. Jessica noticed that I was already laying on my bed, so she nodded once again smirking with her smile. “I wonder if this will be enough?” Jessica said looking at me. “Emmy baby, I am going to turn you into a baby so I’m hoping that two bottles is enough to do that.” I pouted. “Why? Mom already said not to give me any—” “Your mommy’s not here,” Jessica told me, with a victorious smile. “And when your mommy’s not here, I’m in charge. When she finds out, and she will tomorrow, I will just tell her that you snuck into her room when you were playing hide and seek and found her baby formula. You mixed it with water and drank it. She’s not going to believe anything you tell her. You’re just a little girl.” “That’s not fair!” I shouted. “Why are you getting me in trouble?” Jessica smiled. “Because I can. Look at you, Emmy. You’re just a little girl now. And pretty soon, I’m going to be your regular babysitter. Isn’t that going to be fun, Baby Emmy? Now, are you ready for your baba?” “No I’m n….” My words were cut short with the nipple being tilted into my mouth. I began to drink the bottle like a good little girl and smiled, enjoying the sweet notes that were in the formula. “Good girl,” Jessica whispered. “Just think about it, Emmy. You are going to be my baby every time I babysit you. Are you enjoying that?” I nodded, with a few tears rolling down my eyes. “But mom said,” I protested. “Look at me, Emmy.” Jessica told me. “I AM your mommy! As long as your mommy and daddy are away for the evening, I am your mommy, and you have to do what mommy says. You don’t want to be a naughty girl, do you Emmy?” I shook my head, knowing that I was fighting a losing battle. “Good,” Jessica said, realizing that the bottle I was drinking was now empty. “Now are you ready for seconds? I know that the baby formula is making you younger, and I’m going to make sure that you’re a baby the next time that I babysit you. And guess what? You won’t be able to talk back! All you’ll be able to do is cry! But it’s going to be okay, because I’m going to take care of you.” Yup. I don’t know what snapped in Jessica’s brain but she has totally gone off the deep end. “You’re fucking crazy!” I shouted. Jessica gasped, and set aside the full bottle. “Where did you learn that naughty word? Say it again, Emmy, and I will stick a bar of soap in your mouth.” I knew not to test my friend’s patience at this point so I remained silent. Jessica then patted me on the head. “Are you ready for the second one, Emmy baby? Here. Let me help you.” I helplessly sucked down the second bottle, causing Jessica to smile. “Very soon, Emmy,” Jessica told me. “Very soon, you will be like Erica. Won’t it be cute? You’ll both be twinzies!” I started to get tired as I drank the second bottle, feeling very full, even though there was still a quarter left. I burped a few times and looked up at Jessica. “You’re almost there,” Jessica calmly coaxed. “Just a few more. Do it for Jessy!” I continued burping as I tried to get the last few gulps down. I think I did it, as I heard Jessica say right into my ear. “Good girl.” My eyes flickered as I let out a few deep yawns. Then I felt Jessica tucking me into my bed. Then the lights went out. And then, I fell…a…sleep….. 8. A Nightmare Come True Once again, I felt the unbearable pain of my bones in my body. Whatever they were doing, they were retracting down, like they were shrinking. I felt like everything inside me followed suit, as my skin tightly receded with my shrinking bones. CRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRUNCH!!! CREAK! CRUNCH! Ow! OWWWW! My face reddened with tears and I cried in pain again, as my body was violently forcing every cell in it to shrink. To divide. To disappear. To vanish. It was like the antibodies inside of me were treating my excess cells like a virus. And as a result, I knew that it was rewinding my physical age. This painful experience happened at least three more times before it finally stopped. When it did, I sat up to realize that I wet my bed once again! And it was no surprise to me that my clothing was once again too big on me. My Twilight Sparkle undies were soaked in pee, along with a good portion of my pajama bottoms around the crotch and butt. My pee-soaked pajamas seemed to stick to me as I tried to wiggle myself out of my bed. The bottoms finally fell off, along with my oversized undies. My oversized pajama tops, however, sagged around my shoulders. Frustrated with this, I unbuttoned them and threw them off. Having studied my fitted sheets, I discovered that I did not just wet the bed. I flooded it. The wet spot covered an isolated portion of the bed with everything else being dry. Sighing, I walked over to the door to my bathroom. And wow. My head was now level with the door knob. Well, at least I can still walk easily. I open the door to my ensuite bathroom to make a rather frustrating revelation: I’m so short now that I can’t even see myself in the mirror now! Do I have a step stool in here? I glance around and scowl. Of course I don’t! Instead, I decided to go over to the scale to weigh myself. Let’s see. My weight for today is…33.3 pounds. That’s another 13 pounds overnight! So yeah. More than 80 pounds in three days? Oh, please let this be a nightmare! I’ve heard of weird science fiction stuff, but I never thought that it could happen in real life. Frustrated, I press both hands on the counter and hoist myself up just enough to see my face. And WHAT? That is NOT my face. That looks like the face of a preschooler! “NO!” I shouted, my voice sounding even more high pitched than yesterday. “That stupid Jessica! Why does this have to happen to me? It’s not fair!” I pouted and sulked all the way back to my room. My alarm clock read 6:22 AM, so it was not time for me to get up yet. But what am I going to do? My bedding is soaked and my mom is not even up yet. I decided to get another set of pajamas, even though they were too big on me. Fortunately, all of my drawers were still reachable, so I grabbed a oversized pair of My Little Pony: Friendship is magic undies and stepped into them. I did the same with an orange pajama set that looked similar to my pink set. I found the dry part of my bed and rolled over to that area, piling the covers on top of me before I fell back asleep. And with this being a queen bed, it now felt enormous. Oh, please don’t let there be any more pain in my bones! While there wasn’t any pain in the bones, I did feel a tap on my shoulder. I yawned and glanced at the clock, which was now 8:03 AM. My mom was staring at me, not looking pleased. “Emmy Emmy Emmy…” My mom said with a sigh. “Didn’t I tell you to be a good girl last night? Look at you! You were a naughty girl last night.” Mom then pulled back the covers to see the enormous wet spot isolated over just a portion of the fitted sheet area. “And you wet the bed again! Stand still, Emmy. Let’s see how old you are today. Don’t move. Mommy’s going to run and get the tape measure.” I nodded, feeling very uncomfortable in my oversized pajamas. Moments later, my mom was back with the tape measure. She undressed me down to my birthday suit and measured me from head to toe. “37 inches,” My mom said, nodding. “That’s a 3T honey. And mommy knows that you wore 3T’s a lot when you were four.” I gasped. 3T? That’s toddler clothing! There is NO WAY that my mom is going to put me in baby clothes! “No!” I protested. “3T is for babies!” My mom just smirked. “You did it to yourself, honey. If you would’ve been a good girl last night, you wouldn’t have to wear your four year old clothing again. Now I know that the damage has been done, but we’re going to work around this, okay?” “But it’s for babies…” I said, with a few tears starting to form in my eyes. But to this, my mom matter-of-factly nodded. “And for you, sweetie, that suits you. You’re on your way to becoming a baby because you can’t be a good girl so you’re back in your toddler clothes. Take the punishment like a big girl. So Emmy. Did you go into my room and take my formula last night? Admit it, dear.” I knew that I was trapped, so I told my mom her version of the truth. “Yes,” I sadly admitted, knowing that it was a lie. “I went into your room and took your formula.” My mom sighed and nodded. “You’re a bad girl, Emmy. Can you stop being bad? Mommy wants you to be good! Get in the bathroom. I’m going to get your clothes and then give you a shower.” I nodded and sadly walked to the bathroom, still feeling the slight taste of baby formula in my mouth. As I stood there, I began to wonder. My mom only wants Erica to have the baby formula, but she doesn’t want me to have it. How is it okay for Erica and not okay for me? Erica doesn’t look any younger and she’s been fed the same amount of formula. Is there a limit to how young you can get? Or are the doses carefully measured for my little sister so that she doesn’t get any younger? All I’m doing is assuming right now, as I had no evidence to suggest any connection with my sister and the formula. But I knew that the formula was affecting me. It just had to be. My mom entered the bathroom holding a set of clothes that she had already picked out for me. “Hope you like Disney Princesses,” My mom told me. “All of your underwear has them. And look! I picked out Cinderella for you!” I glanced at the faded light blue underwear featuring a Cinderella print over the faded light blue cotton, with a light blue waistband and light blue around the leg openings. Yeah. That’s definitely baby underwear. I gave my mom a hopeful glance. “I’m four again,” I told her. “So can I dress myself?” My mom shook her head. “You were a naughty girl, so mommy is going to dress you. Look what else I got! A cute light blue tank dress with colorful patterns!” I sighed looking at the dress, glancing at the colorful patterns sprinkled all over it that reminded me of balloons. I stuck my tongue out at it in disapproval. “Mom! I am not a little girl! I am a teenager!” My mom hoisted me up in her arm so that I could see myself in the mirror. “Look at the mirror, honey. Does that look like a teenager? You have been a very bad girl, so you have to deal with your punishment, okay? Mommy’s got a fun day planned for you and Erica. We also need to go to the store to get you some things.” My heart sank. “What things?” My mom glanced towards the bathroom door. “For one thing, sweetie, you wet the bed last night. I don’t want to destroy that mattress so it’s getting a plastic cover. Also, when you were four, you wet the bed a lot, so mommy’s going to get you some nighttime Pull-Up’s.” “No!” I shouted. “No nighttime Pull-Up’s!” My mommy gave me a stern look. “Emmy, you are going to wet the bed again if you don’t wear them. Oh, don’t start crying again. You didn’t want to be a good girl. You didn’t want to be a grown up, Emmy. Because of that, this is what you get. You’re four again and you’re going to sleep in the Pull-Ups tonight.” My sobbing turned into quiet weeping, as I realized that this was a nightmare that I was not going to wake up from. Yeah. It was a nightmare come true with no escape from it. My mom gave me a shower, while the water and tears went down the drain. After the shower, my mom bunched my brown hair and tied them into two pigtails. Great. Now I look even more like a little girl. Like yesterday, my dad gave me his inspection, clearly knowing that I was naughty again. The usual breakfast followed, and afterward my mom asked me to play with Erica in her playpen after I ate and drank my apple juice. As I was playing with Erica, I could overhear my mom talking to Jessica on speakerphone. “Jessica?” My mom said, as she briefly glanced at me. “Emmy told me that she went into my room and took the formula. Is that what happened?” “Yes, Mrs. Smith! Emmy and I were playing a game of hide and seek and Emmy decided to hide in your bedroom. When I found her, she had the lid of the formula open and she was drinking the formula from your rinse cup that she took from the bathroom. I don’t know how much of it she drank, but I stopped her right away.” That wasn’t true! Jessica is flat out lying to my mom right now! My mom sighed. “Well, thanks for letting me know. I don’t know what has gotten into Emmy, but she has been a bad girl lately. While you’re still on the phone, how would you like to babysit her again tonight? Keep your eyes on her, as she might try to do the same thing again.” “I will, Mrs. Smith. I will make sure that Emmy is a good girl this time.” “Thank you, Jessica. You are a wonderful babysitter, and I look forward to you watching Emmy and Erica again tonight. See you at 4:00! Bye!” The moment that my mom hung up, I stood up in anger. “Mom! Jessica is lying! I did not do that!” But my mom shook her head. “You already admitted to me that you took your sister’s formula, hun. Now why are you trying to lie to me that you didn’t? Jessica is going to watch you carefully tonight so that you don’t take Erica’s formula again. Be a good girl for Jessica, okay?” Dad had some extra work to do at home, so I went to the store with mom and Erica. Because I was so much smaller now, my mom had to reinstall my car seat that I haven’t used since I was five and a half. This made me feel even more like a baby, since I couldn’t use a normal seat belt. Once at the store, I walked beside my mom, while she pushed Erica in the shopping cart. At the store, my mom bought some more food and the things that she needed for me. A waterproof mattress cover and the nighttime Pull-Ups. My heart sank when I watched my mom set the 3T-4T box of Pull-Ups Nightime in the cart. And yeah. Sadly enough, I did wet the bed a lot when I was four years old. And now that I’m four again, I’m reliving that nightmare, as things are not getting any better. Once back at home, my mom had my bedding all washed and dried again. While I played with Erica, she put on the waterproof mattress cover and put all my bedding back on. With my bed having a queen mattress, it felt enormous to me. After playing with Erica for a little longer, the time came for her afternoon nap. My mom took care of her, while she told me to play with my dolls in my room. What other choice did I have? I kept myself busy with the Barbies and Disney Frozen dolls that I played with yesterday. I got lost in playing once again when I heard it. DING!!!! DONG!!!! “Emmy! Jessica is here! Come downstairs, honey.” Great. My former friend turned crazy babysitter is here. And after what happened yesterday, I am so over it. I pinched both sides of my cheeks with my fingers, hoping that it would be enough for me to wake up. 9. The Nightmare Continues My mom had both me and Jessica sit next to each other on the living room floor while she went over all the rules. “Emmy,” My mom told me. “Absolutely NO DRINKING ERICA’S FORMULA! And Jessica? Keep a careful eye on Emmy tonight. Do not let her out of your sight, so try a different game besides hide and seek. I have another TV dinner for Emmy so just give her that. Feed Erica her baby food. Feed her a bottle after her nap and another one before bedtime. While you don’t have to give Erica a bath, I appreciate you keeping her clean. That’s it. Have fun and keep Emmy out of trouble!” My mom then looked at me. “Do you understand, Emmy? Be a good girl for mommy, okay? Listen to Jessica, as she’s a very good babysitter. Okay. Love you! And Jessica? When Erica wakes up from her nap, you know what to do!” Jessica nodded. “I do, Mrs. Smith!” My dad smiled. “Time for another fun evening. Let’s go, Eve!” My mom gave me one more hug before they both left the house. Moments later, both I and Jessica stood up. Since I shrank another 8 inches from yesterday, the tip of my head now went up to Jessica’s stomach. She was taller than ever, and I could feel in my gut that this wasn’t going to be good. Jessica scowled when she glanced at me. “It wasn’t enough! How much formula is it going to take? We’ll find out, Emmy, as I’m really starting to get into this babysitting thing. I am watching infants next week, so I’m already prepared. And that means I’m also prepared for you.” Jessica unzipped what I guessed looked like a diaper bag which was next to her purse. A few empty baby bottles spilled out of it. “Go and play,” Jessica ordered. “I’m going to make you lots of babas.” I glanced at the five empty bottles that were scattered on the living room floor as a feeling of dread came over me. “And I’m not going to drink them,” I told her in a sassy voice. “You’re not listening to mom. They’re Erica’s! They’re not for me!” “They are for you, baby,” Jessica argued. “Now be a good girl for me and play. I will have your milkys ready for you soon.” “You’re not going to make me!” I shouted. Jessica, who loomed over me, smiled. “Oh. I don’t have to make you, Emmy. You will drink them. You always do.” And before I could argue anymore, Jessica disappeared into the kitchen, holding the five empty bottles. I pretended to play with my sister’s toys in her playpen. I could still feel the pinch marks on my face and was sad that I didn’t wake up. Minutes later, Jessica caught me by surprise, as she lifted me up into her arms. She took me over to the couch and sat me in her lap. She had one of her baby bottles filled with my sister’s formula and removed the domed cap, pushing it towards my mouth, which I had closed. “Emmy,” Jessica said, looking disappointed. “Open your mouth. Be a good girl!” She pushed the nipple forward, which forced my mouth open. “Nghnn.” I said, my mouth full with the plastic nipple. “Ahnnn whnnn nhnn dhnnn…” But my mouth was already closed around the nipple as I began to drink the bottle. Why am I doing this? I was comfortably rested on Jessica’s lap while I mindlessly sucked the formula down, like I had no other choice. Yeah. It was good. It was…sweet. Why should I even try to fight it anymore? “I will not drink the formula…” I said, after letting out a loud burp. “You won’t?” Jesssica said in a teasing voice. “You just finished a bottle, Emmy. And don’t worry. There’s more. I have four more bottles with your name on them.” “No…” I said weakly. “I will not….” And yeah. I didn’t even bother to fight Jessica for the rest of the night. I was a good girl and I drank every one of the bottles she gave me. When I was halfway through the second bottle, I actually liked it. I smiled, enjoying every last drop of the delicious formula. And why did I ever think that Jessica was doing me a disservice? She was giving me the one thing that my mom said that I could never have. I think I snapped, as I showed no resistance sitting in Jessica’s lap and enjoying another bottle. It was good! And I looked forward to the last three bottles for the night. You guys, I was completely wrong about Jessica. How was it that she was messing up my life? She was only making it better as that sweet formula is so good. *burp* Excuse me… I was surprised at how late Erica slept, as she woke up from her nap a half hour later than usual. It was the usual poopy diaper. While I expected Jessica to ask me to help her, she didn’t this time. She handled everything like a pro. And with two bottles already down me, I was anxiously waiting for the third one. All this time I was in denial, trying to resist the formula that I craved. But Jessica will get it for me. I know she will. I rushed off to the bathroom with Jessica rushing behind me. “Where are you going, baby Emmy?” Jessica asked me. “To the bathroom,” I told her, pressing my hands on my crotch. “I really have to pee.” “Go ahead,” Jessica told me. “Use the potty like a big girl!” I nodded, hurriedly closing the door and rushing to the toilet. But the toilet was so big that I had to climb on top of it this time. I lifted up my dress and pulled my Cinderella underwear down, carefully stretching my legs on either side of the bowl, steading myself with both hands so that I wouldn’t fall through the seat. I heard the loud whistle of pee splashing against the inside of the porcelain bowl. Whew. That was close. I was awkwardly posed on the toilet, trying to keep my legs stretched wide enough so that I wouldn’t fall through the seat. If I were any smaller, this just wouldn’t work. After I finished peeing and performing my acrobatics on the toilet, I carefully shuffled both legs forward to get off the seat. I used some toilet paper and wiped before throwing both squares in and flushing. I now had another problem. How was I going to wash my hands? Frustrated with this predicament, I hoisted myself onto the counter and squirted a couple of globs of liquid soap in my hands before turning the sink on and washing them. OW! Too hot! I adjusted the temperature, making the water cold enough to not burn my hands. When I was done, I just shook my hands dry, as I didn’t want to even bother with the hand towel that was out of reach. When I returned to the living room, I saw it. Jessica was sitting there, with another bottle ready for me. See? Jessica delivers. I climb onto the couch and into Jessica’s lap as she fed me my third bottle. Jessica smiled as I drank down the bottle that she was holding. “I already gave Erica her bottle. She’s watching some Cocomelon so I can focus on feeding you. There we go. Good girl.” When dinner time came around, I didn’t even care that Jessica ate my TV dinner this time. That’s because Jessica gave me something better. Another bottle of baby formula, just for me. And it was so good. Thank you, Jessica! After Jessica gave Erica her bath, she got her ready for bed, following the same routine. This time, I knew to brush my teeth while Jessica brushed my little sister’s. But before I left the bathroom that time, Jessica pointed to the scale. “Emmy? Could you please step on the scale for me? There. It’s on.” I stepped on the scale, confused why Jessica needed to know my weight. Jessica studied the numbers as they appeared. “33.7 pounds. Thanks Emmy!” I got off the scale but froze when Jessica gave me further directions. “Go to your room. I am going to finish getting your sister ready for bed and I’ll be there in a little bit.” I did as I was told, knowing that Jessica was going to reward me with two more bottles. Why did I ever resist this? Afterall, I wanted to know what the baby formula tasted like. A bad girl? No mom. I am being a very good girl in doing every single thing that Jessica is telling me to do. I was about to take my Disney Cinderella underwear off, when Jessica entered the room. Wow. That was fast! I didn’t even get into my pajamas yet! Jessica was holding a plastic sack, with the two baby bottles in her other hand. Upon inspecting the sack, I noticed that it was a sack of Size 5 Huggies Overnites Diapers. What? I don’t wanna wear those! I didn’t even want to wear the nighttime Pull-Ups! “Why do you have diapers?” I asked her. “Mom got me the nighttime Pull-Ups.” Jessica nodded. “I know she did, Emmy. But you’re a baby. And babies wear diapers. Up you go. We’re going to borrow your sister’s changing table for this.” Jessica carried me in her arms as I began to pout. “No!” I cried. “I am not a baby! I don’t wanna wear those stupid diapers! C’mon Jess. You remember me? I’m a teenager! I’m 18 years old!” But Jessica gave me a smirk, clearly indicating that she had the upper hand. “No you’re not, Em.” Jessica said firmly. “You are a baby. What did that tag say on your dress? 3T? Yup. You’re a baby, Emmy. Plus, if you are a good girl, I will give you both of your bottles. How does that sound, Emmy baby?” My desire for those bottles far outweighed the humiliation and embarrassment of having to wear diapers again. “Okay,” I told her. “I’ll wear them.” “Good girl.” Jessica quietly entered my sister’s room and laid me on the changing table. She removed my underwear and tore the plastic off the sack, grabbing a fresh nighttime diaper. My face immediately blushed when I saw the diaper. I blushed even more when I saw myself laying on top of the open diaper. Then, my last bit of resistance kicked in. “But Jess” I argued. “Diapers are for babies! I am not a baby!” But Jessica ignored me as she folded the diaper between my legs and fastened both tapes, which sealed me into complete comfort. Fine. I guess this diaper isn’t so bad if I’m going to be able to have some more formula. Jessica quietly carried me out of the room in just my diaper and laid me on the floor in my room. She found a set of pink footed pajamas with a white unicorn on it and zipped me into them, securing the safety flap over the zipper. After that, she carried me to my bed and sat on it, while I rested in her lap. As I enjoyed the comfort of my best friend, Jessica got out her cell phone and opened the TikTok app. She loaded the TikTok that I made with her the first night this started. There I was, my 18-year-old self, drinking a baby bottle that Jessica handed to me. I made stupid baby sounds and smiled at the camera. Watching this really made me miss being an adult. “You see that, Emmy?” Jessica said, pointing to the TikTok. It just hit more than 20 million views! It’s gone viral!” Great. I made a viral video, but the ironic part is that I’m nowhere near the age of an adult anymore. So much for becoming a famous influencer… Seeing that video was more than I could bear, and I began to cry in Jessica’s lap. “I wanna be an adult again!” I wailed. “I wanna be a famous influencer… *sniff* *sniff* *sniff* *sob* My sobbing was quickly silenced when Jessica stuck the baby bottle in my mouth. I instinctually began to suck on it, enjoying the comfort and sweetness of that milk that went down my throat. The bottle was empty earlier than I wanted it to be, and I cried again. This time, it was because I wanted another bottle and I wanted it NOW. But my gratification was immediately satisfied as I felt the nipple of the other bottle being placed around my mouth. I sucked down the bottle, very thankful that Jessica was able to satisfy my need for my sister’s formula. Jessica smiled as I sucked away at the bottle. “Emmy baby, you’re making my lap warm. It’s a good thing that you’re in a thick diaper…” Jessica’s statement surprised me, as I was so relaxed that I didn’t even know that I was peeing. Well, I guess that I’m glad that I’m in something that is better than a nighttime Pull-Up. My stomach felt bloated by the time that I finished the second bottle. And my eyelids were very heavy. So heavy that I almost didn’t hear Jessica saying good night to me and kissing me on the forehead before turning out the light. I let out another burp, feeling the taste of baby formula fresh in my mouth. Yeah, the nightmare was continuing, but what can I do? Afterall, Jessica was actually the good girl. I was wrong. I closed my eyes, ready to be the bad girl again. 10. Toddler Terrors I howled in pain, my eyes flush with tears as I felt my body beginning to painfully rearrange itself again. CRRRRRRRRUNCH!!! CREAAAAAAAK! CRRUNCH! I bawled in my bed, enduring the inevitable transformation that I was experiencing. To my relief, this painful crunching of my bones only happened one other time before I woke up. I glanced at the alarm clock. 4:22 AM. It was still dark out, and the last of the bone pains were gone. But as I sat up, there was a wet spot in my footed sleeper. And…That’s weird. My footed sleeper felt just a little bit too big. I rolled out of bed, frightened by just how far I fell from just getting out of my bed. As I stood up, I could feel my bulging diaper begin to sag down my waist. And yeah. My diaper is now too big on me. Just a little bit too big. I paced forward towards my bathroom, feeling my diaper sag heavily around my crotch before I felt like my diaper almost sagged off of me. The only thing holding it in place was my footed sleeper. Due to the bulk of my soggy diaper, I waddled towards the bathroom door, which was fortunately open just a crack. I pushed it open to go and weigh myself. I waddle over to the scale and step on it. To my shock my weight for today was….28.9 pounds. I couldn’t believe it. Despite me putting my full weight on the scale, it’s telling me that I weigh less than 30 pounds. I didn’t even want to try to hoist myself onto the counter. First of all, it was dark in the bathroom and I could only see my weight on the scale because it lit up. The other problem was that the light switch was way too high for me to reach now. Instead, I walked back to my bed in frustration. “Cahtawiteon!” I said, gasping when I realized that I couldn’t say the sentence properly. Let’s see. I was four years old yesterday. Just how much younger could I be today?” “Agobaatobed.” I said out loud, my entire sentence all jumbled together in one word. When I returned to my bed, I realized the tip of my head just barely grazed over the top of it. I lunge at the bed and press my hands against the side, launching myself onto the enormous bed. I crawled across the expanse over to the pillow, where I crawled underneath the covers, feeling the squish of my heavily sagging diaper before I fell asleep. I was jolted awake by my mom, picking me up out of bed. “Oh, you were a naughty girl again!” My mom said, looking very disappointed again. But I shook my head in protest. “Nu! Ahgoogul!” My mom, understanding my slurred words, shook her head. “No Emmy. You are a very bad girl. You had more of that formula last night, didn’t you?” “Nuuuuuuu!” I said, realizing that I meant to say “I did”. My mom was also holding the measuring tape this time, and she shook her head. “Emmy honey, Jessica told me the whole story last night. While she was preparing your sister’s nighttime bottle, you grabbed an empty bottle and ran off with the formula. You then got onto the sink in the bathroom and began mixing the formula with water. When Jessica found you, you were sucking on a baby bottle and it was already empty. Bad Emmy! You are a bad girl!” “Ahnahbaagul!” I protested, with tears rolling down my eyes. My mom was now holding her hand next to my soggy diapered butt (that was covered by a slightly too big footed sleeper), ready to strike. “Emily Elizabeth Smith, tell mommy that you’re a bad girl or you’re going to get a spanking!” The feeling of terror of being spanked was far too much for me, so I relented and told my mom her version (or Jessica’s version) of the truth. “Ahbaagul!” I sobbed loudly. “Ahbaagul! Ahbaagul! Donspame mama. Pease mama. Pease!” Really, I meant to say mom, but saying “mama” felt almost automatic and easier to say in my mouth. My mom nodded. “You are a bad girl, Emmy. Now why are you a bad girl? Tell mommy.” “Ahtakfoamwah. Ahdwinkfoamwah. Ahbahgul mama….” Yes, I knew that it was all lies. I knew that Jessica actually fed me the formula. But my mom would never believe me, so I had to tell her a different version of the truth. The truth that Jessica told her instead. My mom then began patting me softly on the back. “You’re soaked, Emmy. It’s because you were naughty. But let’s not worry about that. We’re going to work through it, okay?” My mom swiftly unzipped my footed sleeper to find the soggy diaper which was just about to fall off me. She undid it and wadded it into a ball. “Jessica already told me about putting you in a diaper. It’s okay, honey.” My mom then carried me in my birthday suit to my ensuite bathroom, where she had me stand on the scale again. “Mama,” I said pointing at the scale. “Ahwadsafahweddie!” My mom nodded, looking surprised. “You did? Well, mommy’s going to weigh you again because you probably still had your pajamas and diaper on. Step on the scale, Emmy.” I stepped on the scale as my mother told me and I saw that the number was a little different. “27.4 pounds.” My mom said, nodding. My mom then got the measuring tape and had me stand against the wall, while she measured me from head to toe. “33 inches,” My mom said, giving me a decisive nod. “That’s 18–24-months clothing. You’re back in the terrible twos, Emmers. “Tawbultoos?” I said in my frustrating two-year-old voice. My mom sighed. “It will have to be 18–24-months clothing since you were still in diapers at two. Emmy, you were not even ready to potty train until you were almost three! But there’s one problem. I don’t have any diapers for you. Now it’s going to be a little tight, but I think that you can fit in one of your sister’s diapers.” I gasped. I couldn’t believe it but I was actually small enough to fit in my sister’s diapers. It wasn’t too long that I was changing her diapers and now they barely fit me? My mom gave me a bath like she did with my sister and got out some bath toys. “Be a good girl and play with your bath toys,” my mom told me. “I’m getting your two-year-old clothes from downstairs.” I nodded and began to play with my toys. Almost immediately, I felt a warm spot where I was playing. I spread the suds around my face and move the little tug boat around in the warm and sudsy water. I got lost in my playtime again. I don’t know what it is about the toys, but I feel a lot more happy with playing with them now. They used to bore me but now I can’t stop putting them down. It took a tap on the back of my neck from my mom to rouse me from the fun adventure that I was having with the tugboats. My mom was holding out some kind of pink dress. “It’s a pink floral flutter sunsuit,” My mom told me. “24 months, so it should fit you perfectly. And look Emmy! There are snap buttons around the crotch so mommy can change you easily!” My mom dried me off from my bath and wrapped me in a towel. She then carried me into Erica’s room and laid me on the changing table. And now, my mom is going to change my diapers again. Well, she already does it a lot with my sister so she’s probably very good at it. My mom laid me on a powdered size three Pampers Baby Dry and powdered me before folding the diaper between my legs. After she fastened both tapes…Yeah. I could definitely feel that the diaper barely fit me. “Ihtot mama!” I complained, pressing my hands around my waist. My mom sighed. “I know it’s tight, Emmy but we’re going right to the store to get you some Size 4’s. Those will fit you perfectly. Now, let mommy put on your sunsuit!” My mom put the sunsuit on me and snapped the crotch buttons over my diaper. The diaper felt tight, so I hope that my mom would get me the diapers soon. My mom prepared a Ziploc Bag full of Cherrio’s and yogurt bites and put them in what looked like a diaper bag. She filled two sippy cups with juice and added them to the diaper bag. She told my dad to watch Erica and that we were going to the store to buy me some diapers. When my dad saw how young I was, he nodded. He then gasped. “Wait! Eve! Is Emmy not wearing any diapers?” My mom nervously laughed. “She’s wearing one of Erica’s. It’s very tight on her so we need to be quick.” My mom sat me in my car seat and smiled. “I found your old diaper bag so we’re going to use it again. Now Emmy. Can you be a good girl for mommy today?” “Ahbegoogul.” I said, repeating the words the best that I knew how. “Ahbegoogul fomommy!” It didn’t take long for us to get to a store. My mom found a shopping cart in one of the corrals and wheeled it over outside the minivan. She unbuckled my car seat and carried me a short distance until she sat me in the child seat of the shopping cart. She buckled me in, handed me a sippy cup filled with apple juice, and pushed the cart into the store. This felt strange, as I couldn’t remember the last time I sat in the seat of a shopping cart. It didn’t take my mom too long to find the diaper aisle, where she plopped two massively large boxes of Size 4 Pampers diapers in the cart. Thankfully, I could still read. So it looked like one was baby dry and the other one was Swaddlers Overnights. My mom also piled a large box of baby wipes in the cart, along with a couple of tubes of Aquaphor, some butt paste, and three very large containers of baby powder. She also added a couple of containers of baby lotion for bedtime. As my mom was checking out, I saw droplets of pee dripping between my legs and onto the shopping cart. My mom immediately noticed this and gasped. “Oh no…” The moment that my mom checked everything out, she ran with the shopping cart and took it into a family restroom, which was thankfully vacant. My mom folds out the oval changing table in the wall, hoists me out of the shopping cart and sets me right on the changing table. She unsnaps the crotch buttons and opens my diaper quickly. She had to open one of the boxes of diapers and tear open one of the white plastic sleeves to get out a new Size 4 Baby Dry. She opens the box of wipes and takes out a smaller pack. She opens the pack and begins to quickly wipe me down. She opens up the powder and powders the new diaper. She quickly sits me on it and powders me before folding the diaper between my legs and quickly fastening it. She then snaps the crotch buttons back up. I immediately notice the difference in how much better the diaper fits me. I smile and glance at my mom. “Fanku mama!” My mom nodded and tossed the soaked Size 3 diaper in the trash. “You’re welcome Emmy. Now that was a little rough, but you made it rough, dear. Remember, you were not a good girl so mommy had to get you diapers at the last minute.” I nodded, and looked at my mom, longing for my adulthood again. “Cannabe bihgulghen?” My mom nodded. “If you are a good girl, then you will be a big girl again. But I can’t stress it enough, Emmy. No more formula. It’s for your little sister Erica, okay? Now can you be a good girl? If you can, then you’ll be a big girl again.” “Ahbeebihgul!” I shouted. The trip home felt a lot more pleasant, since I was in a diaper that actually fit me this time. To spare you the boredom, my Monday was like any other day. One key difference was that I didn’t have my Barbie dolls anymore since my mom wanted me to play with something more age appropriate. Since I was only two, I played with a lot of Lego Duplo blocks and made all kinds of creations. Oh yeah. And my mom, due to my most recent regression, enrolled me in a daycare that I would be attending in the fall. It would be the same daycare as Erica, so I would see her all the time. And after lunch that day, I felt very tired. And when I woke up, I found myself laying in my bed. I did not know how I got there. Did my mom carry me there? With that, I guess I need afternoon naps now. I also pooped after my nap so my mom changed me again. It wouldn’t be my only time, as I would be pooping three more times before bed. My mom, completely used to doing this with my sister, didn’t mind at all. So is this what it’s like? It felt very weird to be on the receiving end of the diaper changes, as I could very clearly remember changing my sister all the time. My bedtime was disappointing, as my mom gave me milk that tasted nothing like my sister’s baby formula. It didn’t have the same sweet taste that I was used to. It made being a two-year-old even more of a chore now. The rest of the week dragged on, with me growing more and more disappointed with each day. I missed the taste of the baby formula and I wanted it so bad now. I’m guessing that this is what a withdrawal feels like. It was the worst feeling in the world, as I so badly wanted to have some baby formula again. Now my mommy kept calling me a good girl for not having the formula, but that didn’t matter. I wanted to be a bad girl so I could have more. I wanted to be a naughty girl and drink all the baby formula that I wanted. Jessica let me do that, so I really miss her. What day was it again? Monday happened, and so did Tuesday, and Wednesday. While I was playing with my Lego Duplos before bedtime on Thursday, my mom did the usual routine in getting me ready for bed. This time, she gave me and Erica a bath at the same time. My mom brushed both our teeth and got us both into our nighttime diapers. She put us both in our footed sleepers and then my mom carried me…Wait mom. You’re going the wrong way! Why are you carrying me to my sister’s room? My question was answered when I saw not one, but two cribs sitting in my sister’s room. Why? Why is my mom having me sleep in a crib now? “Nahkib mama!” I said in a pouty voice. “Nahkib! Bihgulbed! Bihgulbed!” But my mom shook her head. “Emmy, that bed in your bedroom is way too big for you. Now daddy and I are trying to find you a smaller bed that’s just right for you. For now, we have your old crib set up in your sister’s room. Plus, you’re a roller Emmy, and we don’t want you to roll out of your queen bed and get hurt.” Before I had any other objections, my mom lifted me up into my crib and tucked me in. Well, it’s official. I’m now sleeping in a baby crib again. All because I wanted to try some baby formula? This is why all of this has happened to me. Whatever. I’m a bad girl. What was worst was that I had that same boring milk as the past two nights. While I was weirdly getting used to my diaper being changed, I was not used to going without my formula. It just wasn’t the same. Thursday came and went. Still no formula. I was getting more and more frustrated. And then Friday came around. Mom and dad looked like they were packing for some big trip. “Wehgoin mama?” I asked her in my innocent sounding toddler voice. My mom smiled. “Me and daddy are going to our lakeside cottage for the weekend. For you and Erica, I was able to get Jessica to watch you two again. She’s coming over in a couple of hours.” I nodded, and returned to playing with my Lego Duplo blocks, which was my new addiction. I mean, it surprised me just how easy it was for me to become fascinated with something. Could it be this smaller body and fresher brain that I have to work with? I do admit that my now shorter attention span does get frustrating at times. I lost track of time as I continued playing with my Lego Duplo blocks, deciding to make something special for my mom. DING!!!!!! DONG!!!!!! The way that door bell rang just jogged my memory so clearly. The babysitter was here. It was…Jessica. I smiled, and I can’t believe that I am saying this. Jessica was finally here and I just couldn’t wait to see her. 11. Babysitting…Me? The door opened and my mom kindly let Jessica in. Jessica stood there, holding a very bulky diaper bag, which I guessed had extra diapers for me and Erica. My mom spent the next 45 minutes discussing every single rule to Jessica. Fortunately, Jessica came right after my mom put Erica down for a nap, so she wasn’t interrupted once. My mom then turned to me. “Emmy? Listen to mommy. Mommy doesn’t want you having any of Erica’s formula. Now there’s milk for you to drink so have that instead. Now you’ve been a good girl this week so mommy wants you to continue to be on your best behavior. Now I know that you don’t like your crib but daddy and I will get you a smaller bed after this weekend. Be a good girl, and daddy and I will get you a very nice bed. Okay?” “Ahbeegudgul!” I said in another one of my one word sentences. Mom and dad both hug me and I’m guessing that they already hugged my sister before they gave her a nap. Both my mom and dad left, leaving me with Jessica, who I felt very happy to see for some reason. As I walked up to Jessica, I realized that the tip of my head was now up to her waist. Jessica was taller than ever, because I was just a little bit smaller than last time. Jessica scooped me up and gave me a giddy smile. “I missed you, Em. I really did. And do you know what? It’s very cute hearing you talk now. Now I babysat three different houses over the past four days. One family for Monday and Tuesday. The second family was Wednesday and the third family was yesterday. Guess what, Em? The first family that I watched had a nine-month-old boy, and the family had the same Similac 360 Total Care baby formula as this house did. And do you want to know the difference? The baby formula did nothing to the nine-month-old. And on Thursday, a three year old wanted to try her younger brother’s baby formula. Sound familiar? Well, I already took a dry measure of the baby formula from the first house and let little Andrea try it, just to see if she would like it. She had the whole thing and since I had to spend the night with the kids, I found Andrea to be the same age.” “So Emmy, I know that it just can’t be the formula. All I can guess is that your mom has done something to the mixture. Now can I make you a baby this time? I wonder how much formula I have to give you?” I began to happily skip up and down, as I desperately wanted the formula so bad. I missed it, and I just knew that Jessica was going to come through for me. “Foamwah!” I shouted. “Foamwah! Foamwah!” “How cute!” Jessica said with a smile. “Don’t worry, baby Emmy. Jess here has plenty of baby bottles, so you’re going to have a lot of formula to drink this weekend…” I joyfully smiled as I went right to work on building something special for Jessica. It was going to be for mom, but I had to change it since they were gone for the weekend. I was almost done with my Lego Duplo blocks when Jessica caught me by surprise again. She scooped me up, sat on the couch, and sat me in her lap. She immediately gave me the baby bottle and I desperately began to suck on it. Oh. How I missed it! That’s the flavor that I missed. The sweet notes running all over my tongue and down my throat. It was much better than that boring milk that my mom gave me. “Good girl,” Jessica praised as she watched me gulp down my first bottle. “Are you ready for the second one?” I nodded, and found another nipple around my mouth. I began the next bottle and smiled. Yes, I lost it. Yes, I lost everything. But for the formula, it was worth it. I will be a naughty girl if I can have another bottle. Yes mom, you told me not to have it, but it’s okay. Jessica is feeding it to me and you put her in charge, right? I burped loudly as I finished the second bottle. After that, Jessica watched me play with my Lego Duplos. “Whacha making, Emmy?” Jessica said with a smile. “Sahfin fohyu!” I said, in a shy and reserved voice. “For me?” Jessica said smiling. “Well, I’m going to let you work on that and I’m going to check on your sister, okay?” “Otay!” I lost track of time. I finished making my special Duplo figure for Jessica and moved on to my next project. In fact, my attention span wasn’t enough to finish another one. I was nudged by another bottle in my face. I was now in Jessica’s lap again, enjoying another bottle of baby formula. I never thought that my best friend would end up being my babysitter. But she was good. She always knew what I needed and unlike mom, she always gave me the formula. Jessica then changed both me and my sister before getting dinner ready. What made it funny was that both me and my sister both had poopy diapers for her to change. Jessica didn’t mind at all but found it funny herself. And what I meant by getting dinner ready, Jessica cooked my dinner, but ate it herself. I enjoyed another bottle filled with baby formula. And then, before she got both me and Erica ready for our baths, I enjoyed another bottle. But then I saw Jessica’s other hand and found that she was also feeding my sister a bottle at the same time as me. It felt weird, but I was very close to being like my little sister. After that, Jessica gave both me and Erica a bath. My sister splashed me a lot and I splashed her back. This made her giggle and I giggled with her. After that, Jessica brushed our teeth, put both of us in our nighttime diapers, snapped us both into our onesies, and put each of us in our cribs. I was just about to fall asleep when Jessica lifted me out of my crib. She was holding a baby bottle filled with my sister’s baby formula. She quietly took me into my old room, which still had my queen size bed set up. My eyes flickered as I sat in Jessica’s lap on the bed, sucking on a new baby bottle and smiling. “Good girl.” Jessica praised, as she watched me drink down the milk. “Very soon, baby Emmy. Very soon. You will be a baby. You will be…my baby. My baby to watch whenever I babysit.” I didn’t even realize that I was drinking my second bottle when I was starting to burp. Jessica also told me how warm her lap felt again, or something like that. I think I managed to drink the last of it, as I heard the words “Good girl” before I fell asleep in Jessica’s lap. CRACK!!!! CRRRREAK! CRACK!! Owwwwww! I woke up, wailing loudly this time. This also woke Erica up, who was also wailing with me. I hoped that the pain in my bones was the last pain that I felt. Jessica came running inside, in just a white nightgown. “Kiki! Emmy! What’s wrong?” As I glanced at the crib, I could already tell what was wrong. Well, first of all, my onesie is a little too big. And while my diaper still fits, I’m very wet. Jessica placed a pacifier in my sister’s mouth and started with me. She lifted me out of the crib and immediately checked my diaper. “You’re about to leak, and…that’s strange. Your Onesie looks a little big on you, kiddo!” Ya think? Jess, my mom is a packrat and has more of my baby clothes downstairs. “Stawrs.” I said, pointing down. “Staaawrs…” Jessica looked confused. “Stars? Yes Emmy. There are stars in the sky. But you’re pointing down….” “Staaaawrs.” I repeated, hoping that Jessica would understand what I’m saying. Jessica gasped. “Stairs? Do you want me to go downstairs? Are there clothes down there?” “Yaa!” I shouted, giving her a cute smile. “Okay,” Jessica told me. “But first, I’m going to take care of your sister quickly. On second thought, why don’t I get you into a new diaper first?” Jessica removed my saturated diaper, cleaned me with wipes, powdered me, and changed me into another nighttime diaper. She then sat me down in nothing but my diaper while she tended to Erica. It didn’t take Jessica very long to take care of Erica. She changed her into a new diaper, rocked Erica back and forth, and she was back to sleep once again. Jessica then pointed outside my room after she placed Erica back in her crib. “Baby Emmy, go to your old room. I will be back with your clothes.” I shook my head. “Mehdah! Mehdah!” Sighing in my mind, I placed one hand at my head and the other at my feet. Jessica looked at me, studying where my hands were. “Are you trying to say measure, Emmy? That would make more sense so I can get the right size. Does your mommy or daddy have a tape measure?” “Behdoom!” I said. “Bedroom!” Jessica gasped. “Okay. I’ll get the tape measure and measure you. And how about we go into their bathroom to weigh you as well? Because you do look a little younger, Emmy baby…” Jessica carried me all the way to my mom and dad’s room and got the tape measure. “Stand against the wall,” she ordered. I stood against the wall, while Jessica measured me from head to toe. “You are…” Jessica read. “30.5 inches. Now step on the scale in the bathroom.” We entered the bathroom and I stood on the scale, while Jessica glanced at the numbers. “23.7 pounds.” Jessica read. “Okay Emmy. Now let me look these numbers up on my phone. I’m gonna google it. Jessica got her phone and googled the numbers. “It’s saying 18 months, Em.” Jessica told me. “I’m going to find your 18-months clothing downstairs. Wait in your old room. Okay?” I still had the mind of an adult, so I nodded and followed directions. I entered my old bedroom, which still had the door open a crack. I walked over to my bed, which seemed to be even higher than before. I looked around to find that Jessica was using my old room to spend the weekend in since I was sleeping in my own crib in Erica’s room. I somehow managed to climb onto the enormous bed. My diaper crinkled as I landed on top of the comforter, which I was surprised that Jessica kept very well made, despite her sleeping in it. I was half asleep when I heard the sound of the door creaking open. Jessica laughed. “Did you know that your mom has a tote for each month? 24 months, 18 months, 12 months, 6 months, 0-6 months. Wow. Doesn’t she ever throw anything away? Well, it’s good that she doesn’t because I found your 18-month clothing. It should fit you perfect, Emmy baby.” Jessica found an almost identical onesie that was 18 months and snapped me into it. Yeah. This fits a lot better. Jessica then laid me back on the queen size bed and smiled. “Wow. So even after all that formula I gave you, you only went down six months? Well, you’re just about there. I’ll be right back, baby Emmy.” I nodded, and found myself nodding off a little bit. I woke up being plopped into Jessica’s lap, with another baby bottle being stuck in my mouth. Thanks Jess. I needed this. I couldn’t even remember drinking the whole bottle, but I fell asleep before I could even finish it. Then I heard a whisper. “Wow. I can’t believe that baby Emmy finished drinking that bottle in her sleep.” Really? Now that Jessica mentioned it, I think I was only half awake when I finished drinking that bottle. I was in my crib again and I squinted my eyes shut. I woke up being hoisted up by Jessica. To my relief, there was no other bone pain for the rest of the night. The first thing that Jessica did was measure me only to find that I had the same measurements as last night. During the very next day, Jessica did a good job taking care of me and Erica. She changed both our diapers in the morning and fed me my morning bottle of baby formula. She did the same with Erica, feeding us our own bottles at the same time (only Erica had my mom’s bottles and my bottles were Jessica’s very own supply, except for the formula). And yeah. I wish that I could tell you anything more exciting that happened that day. It was all routine. Jessica regularly fed me my bottles and, oh yeah. After lunch Jessica put both me and Erica in our cribs and we took our naps. I needed mine badly since I found myself getting very tired after lunch. And after our naps, Jessica changed our diapers and fed both me and Erica our bottles (I loved this part). During the afternoon, I played with my Lego Duplos only to find myself getting a little bored with them. I started to find the toys that Erica was playing with a lot more fun, so I joined her in stacking blocks and colorful rings. Jessica even put on a Cocomelon video for me and Erica, which I started to like a lot. A little later in the afternoon, Erica needed her nap, so Jessica took her upstairs and placed her in her crib. I knew exactly what Jessica was going to do when she came back downstairs so I sat in the couch, ready for Jessica. Jessica went to the kitchen and came back with another baby bottle filled with baby formula. She sat on the couch and sat me in her lap. She tilted the bottle into my mouth and I drank down the sweet formula. I then went back to playing with Erica’s toys, which were becoming my toys more and more by the hour. And I couldn’t believe it. It was already dinnertime again. Jessica changed both me and Erica before dinner and then it was dinnertime for me. I drank another bottle of formula, while Jessica ate my dinner that I was supposed to have. I didn’t mind, as I found the formula to be more appetizing. And before bathtime, Jessica was duel feeding. She fed me with one bottle in her one hand while she fed Erica with another bottle in the other hand. And wow. Bathtime was fun. Both me and Erica kept splashing each other, which Jessica had to stop us from doing. I’m sorry Jess, but it was just too much fun! Jessica brushed our teeth, put us into our nighttime diapers and snapped us into our onesies. While Jessica placed Erica into her crib, she carried me to my old bedroom. Jessica plopped me on my bed and smiled. “We’re almost there, baby Emmy. I don’t know how much younger you are going to get, but you’re very close to becoming a baby. Very close to becoming…my baby Emmy. Don’t you just want to be my baby forever?” I gasped. Forever? That is, never ever reach adulthood again? I don’t think I like the sound of that. “Nahhh…” I said, with a few tears rolling out of my eyes. “Let it all out, baby Emmy.” Jessica told me. “Because that’s what babies do. They cry. And that’s all you’ll be able to do soon. But don’t you worry, Emmy. I will take care of you! Now I will be back with your nighttime baba.” “Don….” I said, with a desperate look on my face. As much as I enjoyed the formula, I didn’t want to be a baby forever. No. That was never what I wanted. I don’t know what it was, but I felt tired again. But before I knew it, I was sitting in Jessica’s lap again. “Drink up, Emmy.” Jessica said, tilting the bottle towards my mouth. “Nahhh…” I said, now starting to sob. “Oh, my little baby!” Jessica smiled. “You are going to be okay. Here. It’s going to be okay.” If I was anymore alert, I would push the bottle away. But instead, I found the nipple around my mouth and I began to suck on it again. “Good girl,” Jessica whispered, her voice sounding syrupy sweet. “Drink every last drop. You don’t have much longer to go, Emmy. You will be my baby forever…” Jessica opened her TikTok app again and smiled. “50 million, Em. Too bad you can’t be an influencer anymore, huh? It’s okay. Because you get to be my baby. Sweet dreams, baby Emmy…” Like last night, I was half asleep when I finished the last bit of the bottle. I was now in my crib again, where Jessica gave me a soft kiss on the forehead. “Good night, Emmy baby.” I closed my eyes and entered a very peaceful sleep. CRRRRRRUNCH!!!!!!!! CREAK! CRRRUNCH!!! This time, I immediately wailed upon feeling that pain in my bones. This also woke Erica up. In seconds, Jessica ran in wearing a pink nightgown. She popped a pacifier in Erica’s mouth and then carefully studied me. Jessica gasped. “It finally happened! I can see it! Your face looks so CUTE!” I glanced at Jessica and began to make some babbling sounds. Did she get any of that? Oh no! I can’t talk anymore! Jessica lifted me up out of my crib and smiled. “Oh, you feel a lot lighter, Emmy baby. But let’s measure you after I get your sister back to sleep.” Jessica did her routine with Erica and quickly got her back to sleep. I was trying to stand up, but I found my legs wobbling and I couldn’t always keep my balance. “IIhbllbllb…” I babbled. “Uh oh!” Jessica said as she saw me lose my balance. “Here, baby Emmy. Let’s get you to your old room and I will measure you.” Even though it was almost morning, I was still drowsy as Jessica carried me to my old room. Jessica then glanced at the wall. “Emmy, I want you to stand.” I tried standing, but my legs wobbled too violently, which made me lose my balance again. “Urlllh.” I grunted. Jessica nodded. “Oh. That’s right. You haven’t even learned to walk yet. Here. Lay down and I’ll measure you.” I laid down and Jessica measured me from head to toe. “Wow Em. 4 more inches in one day. You are 26.5 inches. Now I’m going to help you stand so we can get your weight.” Jessica steadied my legs while I stood on the scale. “19.7 pounds.” Jessica gasped. “I just weighed Erica the other day, and she’s a little more than 20 pounds. I think you’re the same age, Em. So guess what. TWINZIES!!!!” Great. Now that I’m the same age as my sister, I have to share all her clothes now? Jessica glanced at my diaper, which looked a little too big and shook her head. “And you know what baby Emmy? That also means that your Size 4’s are too big on you. Your sister’s size 3’s should fit you perfect now!” Interesting. I can remember those same diapers being too tight on me. And now they’re going to fit perfect. My, how the tides have changed. The day was pretty much a blur, but Jessica still had us until the evening when my parents would be coming back. One thing that I noticed right away was how much she dialed back my bottle-feeding schedule. I am guessing that she let off on this since I guess I’m finally “her baby”. I don’t know if I like the sound of that, as I would like to be an adult again. Could mom help me with this? Throughout that whole day, my feeding schedule matched my sister Erica’s to a tee. Jessica made sure that everything was synchronized. She changed our diapers at the same time. We took our naps at the same time. And *yawn* Yeah. I even needed that afternoon nap that my sister always took. As Jessica took me upstairs for my afternoon nap, she smiled at me. “So isn’t it great, my baby?” Jessica said with a smirk. “We can have fun like this again and again and you will be my baby forever!” At this, I began to wail. NO! I don’t want to be a baby forever! I don’t want to be YOUR baby forever! But Jessica just smiled at me again. “Oh, wittle Emmy is cranky because she needs her nap! Get your nap, baby Emmy. You will feel better when you get up. Sweet dreams.” And with that, Jessica gave me a kiss on my forehead before I fell asleep, as my diaper started to get warm. I was now feeling well rested again, but I was now sitting in my mother’s lap, with Jessica sitting right next to me. My mom once again sighed when she stared at me. “Emmy, you were a bad girl again.” Jessica sighed. “Emmy was. The little rascal ran off with the formula while I was in the middle of making Erica’s bottle!” I glared at Jessica. That’s not true! You fed it to me! “Blllbblllbababehbehbeh…” I babbled, trying to tell my mom the truth. My mom sighed. “Emmy, you should not have run off with your sister’s formula. Just look at you! You can’t even speak a word!” “Mama!” I shouted, which was the only word that I could intelligibly say. “Mamamamamamamamama…” My mom gently patted me on the back. “You did this to yourself, Emmy. Mommy still loves you. Mommy is still going to take care of you, okay? Now you are a bad girl, and you have to pay for all your mistakes.” Jessica nodded. “Yeah. She will, Mrs. Smith. That Emily’s always getting into trouble and now she’s a helpless baby!” My mom nodded. “Yes she is. But I can take it from here if you want to go home. Your babysitting pay is in the envelope. Thank you for watching her. You are a good babysitter.” Jessica nodded. “Thanks Mrs. Smith. Bye Emmy! I’ll see you hopefully soon!” Jessica left, leaving me with mom, dad, and my sister Erica, who was playing in her playpen. My mom sighed. “Emmy, what am I going to do with you? You were a bad girl. But don’t worry. Mommy’s going to make it work.” I joined my sister and played with her. Just before bath time, my mom began to feed my sister her baby bottle filled with her formula. I began to whimper, as I really wanted to have that formula. I craved it, and now that Jessica is gone, my mom was going to give me my stupid milk. But then, when my sister was done, I crawled back towards the playpen. “Emmy, don’t you want yours?” I gasped. What? My mom is actually going to give me the formula now? My mom sat me in her lap and she stuck the baby bottle in my mouth. I began to drink the bottle down, enjoying that sweet baby formula. “You were a bad girl, Emmy.” My mom told me. “So, guess what? Since you like that formula so much, I’m going to start feeding it to you like I’m feeding it to Erica. And when Jessica comes over again, she will need to follow the same schedule with you.” I wish that mom could see the laughter in my mind. That’s what Jessica has been doing the whole time! I’m sure that Jessica won’t have a problem with that rule! I joyfully continued drinking the baby formula, enjoying it down to the very last drop. Epilogue It was a rather quiet Monday afternoon when Eve Smith decided to take her daughters out for a peaceful stroll in the park. Afterall, she just bought a brand new Graco double stroller and she found the occasion right to test the stroller out. To let her daughters sleep while she calmly pushed the stroller through the sun dappled path lined with trees and various flowers in bloom. Eve smiled when she thought of her husband Adam, who was hard at work on another invention. Afterall, they have found success in various different experiments throughout the years. Eve found a park bench and sat down to rest her feet. She was glad that she made the trek out to the park, as she needed the exercise, and her girls needed the rest. Afterall, this stroll was during their naptime so it was perfect. A young woman pushing a single stroller approached Eve, gasping when she saw the double stroller. “Taking your little ones outside?” The woman asked eve. “I’m Katie, and I’m taking Sharon outside to get some fresh air.” Eve nodded. “Yes. Fresh air is good for them. Your Sharon. How old is she?” Katie smiled. “Sharon is almost 18 months. How about your little ones?” Eve smiled. “Oh. Them. The one in the front is Erica. The one further back is Emmy. They’re both 10 months old and they’re twins.” What Eve didn’t realize was that a little face gave her a look of resentment. What Eve also didn’t realize was that Emmy was actually awake and she was hearing the entire conversation. And if Emmy was still capable of speech, she would’ve shouted with “Mom, how could you! That’s a lie!” But all Emmy could do was project her anger at her mother while she pretended to sleep. Emmy knew that her sister was sleeping for real and that her behavior was more typical of an actual 10-month-old. Emmy on the other hand, felt like an adult trapped in an infant’s body. An infant that just couldn’t walk yet. “Twins?” Katie gasped. “Amazing. Well, Eve, I need to keep going. I hope our paths cross again.” Eve nodded, while Katie passed her, wheeling Sharon in her stroller. When Katie was out of sight, Eve glanced at the stroller. She especially glanced at Emmy, who she hoped was sleeping. “I hope that both you girls are having a good sleep.” Emmy used this opportunity to squint her eyes open. Eve smiled as she saw her daughter open her eyes, which she hoped was from a restful nap. “Well Emmy, whether you are asleep or not, I wanted to say again that you were a naughty girl. And Emmy, you were not the only naughty one. Erica too was naughty. And guess what? You both used to have a brother! Erica was supposed to watch Ethan, but she did a very naughty thing. Do you know what, Emmy? Erica was like you. She loved the formula. She couldn’t get enough of it. But it was only supposed to be for Ethan. I wanted Ethan to always be my little boy. Emmy, Erica too was a teenager. She was supposed to watch Ethan. I leave her with Ethan all weekend and what happens? I find Erica as just a five-year-old and Ethan? What happened to him? Ethan was a newborn and was dead. Erica gave Ethan too much of the formula. He was supposed to remain an infant, but she made a mistake. And where do you enter the picture? When I was pregnant with you, I decided that as a punishment, Erica was going to be my replacement for Ethan. She would always be my little girl. And Emmy, I really wanted you to grow up and take care of Erica with me. But what do you do? You make the same mistake as Erica. You crave the formula and keep having more and more of it. And now, Emmy, you have also reaped your punishment. I have decided that you two will always be my little girls. Be good girls and keep drinking the formula. And I will keep taking care of you.” At this point, Emmy wished that she could speak, but all she could do was wail. Eve sighed, and began to rock Emmy back and forth. “Emmy, it’s going to be okay. Just like it was with Erica, it will be okay with you too. Both of you girls were very naughty. But it’s okay! Mommy will make it work, okay?” Eve then got out Emmy’s phone and loaded TikTok. “Emmy, you are a naughty girl. Why did you make this? There’s a TikTok of you grabbing a bottle from Jessica and drinking it. There’s over 70 million views! But guess what? Mommy’s going to delete that naughty thing!” And just like that, Eve deleted the viral TikTok that Emmy and Jessica made. Gone was the TikTok where Emmy tried the formula for the first time. Gone was the laughter and funny antics. But one thing was clear to Emmy. What wasn’t gone was the reality that Emmy was now an infant with her sister. Emmy wished that she could just erase everything that she did like her mother did with the TikTok. Then everything would be better. Then, if Emmy would’ve been a good girl, she would’ve been able to keep her adulthood. But all that was lost now. “It’s okay, Emmers.” Eve reassured her baby daughter. “It’s all deleted so mommy made it better. What’s done is done, Emmy. Just like it is with Erica. You will always be my little girls and mommy is going to keep you happy. Just keep drinking the formula, will you, my dearies?” Eve placed Emmy back in her stroller and left the park bench. She left the park, ready to continue to care for the two daughters that she loved.

Vanessa’s face burned, her polished, manicured nails curling helplessly against the plush, pastel pink blanket beneath her. Her knees dug into the soft carpet, her hips lifted, her bare thighs a stark, blushing contrast against the gentle baby-pink walls of the nursery. SMACK. The sound echoed, sharp and final. Her breath caught, a high, broken gasp that she tried and failed to swallow. Molly’s voice was calm—soft, almost maternal—but edged with a quiet, unwavering authority. “You know better than to struggle, Vanessa. Little girls who lie don’t get to be treated like grown-ups.” “I’m— I’m sorry,” Vanessa choked out, her voice muffled by the thick, soft pacifier that pressed against her lips. She wasn’t supposed to talk. She knew that. The rule was clear. But the heat, the sting, the shame—it was too much. She squirmed, and Molly’s hand found the small of her back, pressing her gently but firmly into place. “Do you want me to start counting again?” Molly’s voice remained gentle, and somehow that made it worse. Like a mother scolding a disobedient child. Vanessa shook her head violently, a faint whimper slipping free. Tears clung to her lashes, and she squeezed her eyes shut, desperate to block out the shame, the helplessness—the soft scent of baby powder in the air, the slight crinkle beneath her as the padded mat shifted under their weight. This was supposed to help. This was supposed to make her forget. Make her stop being Vanessa Sutton, CEO—the woman who spent her days making decisions, firing staff, charming investors, commanding respect. But here, in this soft, pastel prison, she wasn’t Vanessa. She was a naughty, needy little girl who didn’t know how to behave. SMACK. Her body jolted, and a fresh tear spilled free, streaking down her perfectly contoured cheek. “You’re not sorry yet,” Molly’s voice slipped into that sweet, dangerous lilt—soft enough to sound comforting, but edged with that quiet power that Vanessa both craved and feared. “But you will be.” Molly’s fingers traced along the curve of Vanessa’s burning backside, a light, teasing touch that sent a shiver racing up her spine. For a heartbeat, Vanessa wanted to melt into that touch, to let it become something more—something that could ease the ache, comfort the shame. But then Molly’s hand lifted again. SMACK. SMACK. Vanessa’s breath came in sharp, desperate gasps, her entire body trembling, a fresh wave of helpless humiliation crashing over her. The tension in her shoulders tightened, twisted, and she knew that her perfectly styled hair was a mess now, that her elegant, expensive silk blouse—unbuttoned and discarded in a careless heap beside the mat—was crumpled and forgotten. “Please,” she whispered, her voice tiny, desperate. “Oh, I don’t think we’re done yet.” Molly’s hand found the pacifier, pressing it gently against Vanessa’s lips. “Little girls don’t get to decide when the lesson is over. Do they?” Vanessa’s cheeks burned, a fresh wave of shame crashing over her, and she felt her resolve shatter. She wanted to say no, to push back, to remind this woman—this girl young enough to be her daughter—that she was Vanessa Sutton, that she was powerful, that she was respected. But that was a lie. Not here. She didn’t have power here. She didn’t even have a name. Just a title she hated and a need she couldn’t escape. Molly’s hand drifted lower, the light, almost playful touch making Vanessa shiver. Her fingers brushed the delicate ruffles of the thick, padded pull-up Molly had chosen for her—a humiliatingly childish design in soft pink with tiny cartoon bears along the waistband. “You were supposed to be a good girl today,” Molly murmured, her voice that soft, almost pitying tone that dug under Vanessa’s skin. “But you lied. Didn’t you?” “I—” Vanessa’s voice was a breathless whisper, her cheeks burning hotter, her nails scraping against the blanket. “I’m going to ask you again.” Molly’s fingers hooked under the waistband of the pull-up, tugging it down just enough to expose the full, vulnerable pink of Vanessa’s backside. “Did you lie to me?” “Yes!” Vanessa’s voice broke, the word bursting free, raw and desperate. “Yes, I lied! I lied!” Her shoulders shook, and the tears came faster now, her shame an overwhelming tide. “See? That wasn’t so hard.” Molly’s tone was gentle again, the warmth returning. “Good girls tell the truth. Even when it’s embarrassing. Even when it hurts.” Molly leaned forward, her fingers combing through Vanessa’s tangled hair, her touch soft, soothing. “Are you ready to be my good girl now?” Vanessa’s voice was a tiny, trembling whisper. “Yes, please. Please.” “Then we’re going to finish this,” Molly’s voice was a gentle purr, her touch firm but calming, “and then I’m going to make sure you know exactly what a good girl feels like. But you need to earn it.” Molly’s hand lifted again, and Vanessa closed her eyes, the helpless, desperate shame tightening her chest. But beneath it, something else stirred—a soft, fragile ache, a yearning that twisted into the shame, tangled together in a way she couldn’t understand. o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o Vanessa’s fingers curled around the thick, pastel-pink bars of the crib, her knuckles whitening. Her cheek pressed against the cool, lacquered wood, her breath coming in short, shallow gasps. The soft, muted light of the nursery seemed to blur at the edges, the gentle scent of baby powder and lavender pressing down around her like a weighted blanket. “Look at you…” Molly’s voice was a soft, teasing whisper, her fingers gently threading through Vanessa’s tangled hair, smoothing it out. “All that power. All that poise. But here you are… pouting and sniffling like a little girl who’s had her favorite toy taken away.” Vanessa bit down on her lower lip, a fresh rush of shame prickling at her eyes. She shouldn’t be here. She shouldn’t want this. But the ache—the gnawing, desperate ache of humiliation and helplessness—it wouldn’t go away. It never did. “Tell me what you are,” Molly whispered, her voice almost playful but tinged with that quiet, unyielding authority that made Vanessa’s stomach twist. “Remind me.” “I… I’m…” Vanessa’s voice wavered, trembling on the edge of a sob. She tried to swallow it back, but the words forced their way out, raw and fragile. “I’m a little girl. Your little girl.” A warm, approving hum slipped from Molly’s lips. “That’s right. But I don’t think you believe it yet. Do you?” “I…” Vanessa’s throat tightened, her eyes squeezing shut. “Please…” “Please?” Molly’s fingers traced along the pale, pink satin ribbons that lined the crib, then drifted lower, brushing against the thick, soft padding between Vanessa’s thighs. The thick, infantile pull-up—baby pink with tiny, cutesy bears and flowers—hugged her hips, crinkling softly at even the slightest movement. “Please,” Vanessa whispered again, her voice so small, so fragile. “Please what, Vanessa? Please let you be a big girl again? Please let you pretend you’re powerful? Confident? A woman who makes the rules?” Molly leaned closer, her lips brushing against Vanessa’s ear, her voice a gentle, whispered taunt. “But we both know you’re not. Not here. Not with me.” A fresh wave of heat flooded Vanessa’s cheeks, her fingers curling tighter around the crib bars. She hated how it made her feel—helpless, exposed, reduced to something tiny and needy. But she needed it. Needed to be stripped of everything—to have her pride and power peeled away, leaving nothing but this shameful, desperate ache. “I thought letting you have your little pull-ups would be enough,” Molly sighed, her fingers brushing against the waistband of the childish, padded undergarment. “But I don’t think they’re working, are they?” Vanessa’s stomach twisted, her breath catching. “No… please, I—” “Shh.” Molly’s touch was gentle but unyielding. “No more arguing. No more pretending. If you can’t be trusted to even try being a good girl in your pull-ups…” She straightened, the crib door clicking open, her hand grasping Vanessa’s wrist with that calm, firm grip that made Vanessa’s knees weak. “Then we’ll just have to try something a little more appropriate.” “No,” Vanessa’s voice broke, a desperate, trembling whisper as she was guided out of the crib, her bare feet brushing against the plush carpet. “Please, Molly, I can be good, I promise—” “Promises are for big girls. And you’re not a big girl. Not tonight.” Molly’s voice was so calm, so certain, as she led Vanessa by the hand to the soft, padded changing mat in the corner of the nursery. “Tonight, you’re just a silly, fussy little baby who can’t even keep her pull-ups dry.” Vanessa’s cheeks burned, a fresh wave of shame crashing over her. “But… but I didn’t—” “Shh.” Molly’s fingers pressed gently against Vanessa’s lips, her touch warm, soothing. “This isn’t a punishment, sweetheart. It’s just what you need.” Vanessa’s knees buckled, her trembling body guided down onto the soft, padded mat. She watched, her breath coming in sharp, shallow gasps, as Molly’s hands moved with calm, practiced care—reaching for the thick, snow-white diaper folded neatly beside the changing table, a humiliatingly childish design with pastel stars and cartoon animals decorating the edges. “No…” Vanessa’s voice was a tiny, helpless whisper, her arms instinctively trying to cover herself, but Molly’s hands were already guiding them away, pressing them gently to her sides. “Hush,” Molly whispered, a soft smile on her lips. “Lift up, sweetheart.” Vanessa’s cheeks flared, but her body obeyed, her hips lifting, her legs trembling as the thick, infantile padding slid beneath her. Molly’s touch was gentle, methodical—pulling the crinkling, soft material up between Vanessa’s thighs, the warm, soothing scent of baby powder dusting her heated skin. “There we go,” Molly cooed, her fingers fastening the tapes snugly, sealing Vanessa in the thick, crinkling prison. “Now you don’t have to worry about anything. You don’t have to pretend. You don’t have to be strong. You can just be my little girl.” Vanessa’s breath shuddered, tears prickling at the corners of her eyes. She didn’t want this. She did. She didn’t. Her pride screamed at her, but her body trembled, a desperate, sick ache twisting in her chest. Molly’s arms slipped around her, warm and soft, pulling her close. Vanessa’s cheek pressed against Molly’s shoulder, her tears spilling free, her breath coming in soft, broken little sobs. “Shh… you’re safe. I’ve got you.” Molly’s voice was a gentle whisper, her fingers combing through Vanessa’s tangled hair. “No more struggling. No more pretending.” Vanessa’s trembling hands gripped Molly’s sleeve, her entire body curling against her. The thick, humiliating diaper crinkled softly with every tiny shift, the weight of it pressing against her, a constant, shameful reminder. But in Molly’s arms—in the soft, warm embrace, in the calm, gentle voice—something else stirred beneath the shame. Something soft. Something fragile. “I’m here,” Molly whispered, her lips brushing against Vanessa’s hair. “I’ve got you, sweetheart. My precious little girl.” Vanessa’s sobs softened, her breathing slowing, the tension melting from her shoulders. And even as the shame twisted in her chest, even as the thick, crinkling padding reminded her of just how far she’d fallen, a tiny, trembling whisper of relief slipped through her. She didn’t have to be Vanessa Sutton, CEO. She didn’t have to be anything at all. Not here. Not in Molly’s arms. --------------------- Thought I'd try something a little different and share something fresh that I wrote this morning. I'm thinking about doing a series with Molly as a professional adult babysitter, with each chapter being a different short story like this. SubStar | Ream | Amazon

Happy Homestuck Day! This is the beginning of a new series I want to continue with an older story I did. This series will be called "Jade babysits the Homestuck universe". (Working title) ------------------------------------------ Jade's Adventures in Babysitting It was that time again, the time that Rose Lalonde dreaded each month. Her mother was going away for the weekend, leaving her alone. But she was not alone, Rose would always get a sitter to look after her. But Rose didn’t care, she just cried and cried her head off all while her mother was putting her makeup on, begging for her mother not to leave. She would ignore her daughters temper tantrum, like usual. And she would pick her up, place her over her knee and spank her like usual. It would always be followed with a comment like “You are getting too old to behave like this.” Her mother placed her down on the floor as she once again heard the doorbell ring. “That would be your babysitter. Let’s go meet her!”. She said. Rose of course was not enthusiastic to be left alone with some random woman for the weekend. She grumbled underneath the pacifier in her mouth as Roxanne opened the door to reveal a tall dark haired woman in a flowery dress and glasses with buck teeth. “Ah, good! You are right on time!”. She said, smiling down at the young woman. Jade returned the smile. “I’m always happy to help out a friend of my grandfathers!”. She said, looking over to Rose. She blushed, seeing that the girl was practically not much taller than herself. “Oh, I didn’t think she would be- uh well. This big!”. Jade exclaimed, giving a nervous laugh to Roxanne. The woman laughed back at Jade, giving a wave of assurance at the girl. “Oh, don’t you worry. She is no more trouble than she is worth!”. She says, giving Rose a pat on the top of her head. Rose simply hugged her mother’s waist tighter. “Now Rose, you be good for Jade, okay?”. She said, kneeing down to kiss her on the cheek. Once her mother had left, Rose looked up at Jade, giving a frown at her. Jade tried to be polite. “Hello Rose, I’m Jade!”. She said in a friendly voice. Rose pouted, glaring at her with what could be described as hate in her eyes. As far as Rose was concerned, this woman had just taken away her mother. Jade blinked, waiting awkwardly for a response. “Ahem, well. If you need anything, then please ask!”. Jade told her. Rose opened her mouth to say something and then quickly waddled her way past Jade to the couch. “Oh, you want to watch cartoons?”. Jade asked as Rose sat down on the floor in front of the television. Jade sat behind her, turning on the television. After about any hour, Jade looked up at the clock, and then she turned off the television. “Hey! I wasn’t finished!”. Rose exclaimed, spinning around on her knees to face Jade. She not only looked annoyed by upset at having to lose her only form of entertainment for the moment. Jade sighed as she stood up, approaching Rose with crossed arms. “Now Rose. We cannot watch Television all day!”. She said. Rose didn’t like this response, sitting back down away from her sitter with her arms crossed. “I don’t care. Turn it back on!”. She said, raising her voice again. Jade’s eyebrows raised up, shaking her head at the overgrown toddler in front of her. She didn’t want to resort to rasing her voice to do something, but she knew that she needed to be firm. Jade placed her hand gently on Rose’s head, rubbing her hands through her hair. “You miss your mommy, don’t you?”. She asked her, feeling rose shiver underneath her hand. Rose didn’t say anything but stuck her thumb into her mouth, closing her eyes and enjoying the feeling of Jade’s fingers on her head. Rose gave a nod, removing her thumb from her mouth as she rolled away from Jade to another part of the floor. “I want my mom!”. She said, giving a whine as she slammed her hands down on the rug. Jade just gave a sigh, not sure how to respond to the woman in front of her. “I know you do, sweetie. I know you do!”. Jade replied to her, trying to calm down the clearly upset girl. She was just about to take Rose to the kitchen when she noticed that the seat of her diaper was swelling up as she sat there on the floor. “Oh no. Did you have a little accident?”. Jade said, pointing to her diaper. Rose stuck out her tongue at her, shaking her head as her face went bright red. Jade gave a smile, then her face dropped. “Uhh, your mother didn’t tell me how to change you!”. She said nervously, wringing her heads together in thought. Rose didn’t appear to like this information one bit, giving another slam of her hands on the floor below her. “Rose, please stop acting out!”. Jade asked her, more annoyed this time then before as she continued to slam her hands on the rug. “Okay, that is enough!”. Jade said, grabbed Rose by the arm. “Used diaper or not, you are getting a time-out until you decide to behave!” She explained, dragging Rose over to a corner of the living, bringing a stole with her. Rose gave a fuss as she was dragged towards the chair. “No! NO TIMEOUT!”. She cried out, struggling against Jade’s grasp as she was forced to sit on the stool before her. She gave a groan, crossing her arms as she was now forced to face the wall. Jade crossed her arms, looking at the shaking figure of Rose in front of her. Jade gave a sigh in disappointment. “You are not getting that diaper changed until you calm down!”. She told Rose, still unsure of her promise because she had no idea how to change her. The only sound that could be heard from the room was the sound of Rose’s sniffing, and then she nodded, looking back at Jade, who noticed how distressed Rose was about the whole thing. “Rose, you cannot see your mother until she comes back, don’t be a b- I mean, you know this!”. Jade explained. She gave a sigh. “Look, I’m sorry I snapped at you. But you need to act a little more mature about the whole thing”. She said in the most caring, motherly voice herself that even surprised herself compared to what she usually sounded like. This seem to calm Rose down some more for Jade to take her hand. “Now, how about we get you a new diaper, and we can get you some milk and cookies?”. She asked Rose. The girl thought about what she said for a moment, then nodded her head in agreement. Giving a internal sigh of relief, Jade picked her up- or at least trying to pick up Rose and carry her up the stairs. She was just about to put her back down when Rose went ridged in her arms. “Uh Rose are you-“ Jade didn’t get to finish her sentence before Rose start to mess her diapers. Jade quickly rushed up the stairs, but she was not fast enough as the back of Rose’s diaper expanded with a audible squishing sound. All Jade could think was “Fuckfuckfuck”. Over and over again in her head as she get her second wind, opening the door to the bathroom and placing Rose on the changing table. She took out her cellphone, and dialled a number as she stood there in front of Rose now out of breath slightly. ‘H-hello? Miss Lalonde?” She asked the person on the other end. “Yes, no everything is fine! It’s just, Rose had to use her diapers and well… I don’t really know how to change them!”. Jade explained. After a moment on the phone, and Jade fumbling with the tapes of Rose’s diaper, she would start to change her, listening to the instructions Rose’s Mom gave her on the other end. “Right, so I lift her legs first and then, take off the tapes?”. She would ask. It only took a few minutes, but Jade had done it, she felt very good about her job as well, seeing the brand new diaper on Rose’s crotch after she had removed the old one, cleaned her up and sprayed baby powder on her. Rose sat up, and the tapes gave a rip, the diaper failing off her waist. Jade groaned, placing her head in her hands. It appeared that was going to be a long weekend.

New story that will be a series of scenes between a married couple - Mike and Roxy. I haven't written recreationally in years so hopefully the rust isn't too bad. Enjoy. Chapter 1 (Shopping Trip) “Can’t we just wait for the Amazon box to show up? It says its supposed to be here tomorrow.” I said to her, with a hint of desperation. “I’m sure it’ll be fine.” The blue BMW lurched into a parking stall. She sighed as she put it into park and spoke to me slowly and calmly, not unlike a preschool teacher talking to an unruly toddler. “Mike, you’ve pointed that about five times now, and like I said the four previous times, you’re almost out of pull-ups - you had 2 left and I think we both know you’re going to go through more than two today” she laughed to herself. I blushed. “Besides, we need things at the house too." she tried to reassure me. "It’ll be fine.” As we got out of the car I looked at my reflection trying to see if the Pull Up I had on was obvious through my track pants. The rather tight fit didn’t offer too much to the imagination and the square shaped butt was going to make it painfully obvious to anyone who had ever had or been around a toddler what I was wearing. “We can’t go in here,” I said, “Roxy, please…let’s just go out later.” She grabbed my hand, and kissed the top of my head. “Baby, it’s going to be fine. I’m here with you.” I grinned a little as she squeezed my hand. “Do you need a change before we go in?” “No,” I said a little too proudly, “I’m dry.” “Call me skeptical,” She looked at me half exasperated. “Im serious,” I stammered. “I haven’t had an accident.” “Well forgive me,” she said in mock outrage, “especially given your current potty training um, issues, as of late….please baby? let’s take a look.” I didn’t have a choice really as it turned out; with that she patted my butt and squeezed my crotch as we stood next to the car. I knew where this was going and hoped nobody was around; she pulled the back of my pull up back and looked down. She had a somewhat shocked look when our eyes met as she let my pants snap back int place. “Wow baby, good job, you kept your pants clean all morning!” She patted my butt a couple times. “I’m proud of you.” It never gets normal hearing things like that as a 30 something, normal if somewhat lazy male. We walked into Target, her still holding my hand, and we grabbed a cart. She put her purse in the child seat and we began walking around the store. After loading up at the grocery section, we ended up in the baby aisle. “You know,” she said, seemingly bedazzled by the bright colors of diaper packages adoring the aisles, “we need to get some more wipes too.” She walked over and put a box of Pampers wipes in the cart, and then we were in front of the training pants section. “Any preference?” She asked “Boy or girl?” “For the record,” she continued, “I think the purple and pink is cute on you.” Jesus I thought. What a weird world I live in. “Let’s just go with that. People are less apt to think they’re well, you know, uh…” “For you?” She grinned and patted my butt. “Yeah” I laughed, if only at the absurdity alone. “Exactly.” I grabbed a box of the XL girls version and put it in the cart. “Ok, let’s get out of here,” I said. “God you’re paranoid,” she shook her head. “Just chill the fuck out. Nobody cares. Nobody knows.” “You’re just saying that,” I huffed. “You can totally tell.” “Easy mister,” she stopped the cart. “What’s gotten into you?” “I just want to go home.” “Nobody cares about your diapers. Quit throwing a tantrum, Jesus Christ." Silence set in and we began walking toward the self-checkout line. Thankfully at this hour, it was totally dead, and the only other live person around was some disinterested looking twenty something standing around paying no mind to anything of the surrounds. We paid and were out in the parking lot. almost to the car. Home free. “Roxy? Mike?” I looked over. God no, just who I didn’t want to see. It was Catalina, one of Roxy’s closer friends. “Hey, it is you!” She pushed her cart over and the two of them began chatting. The dynamic wasn’t unlike two moms chatting while the toddler waits impatiently. “Ah Mike, still having potty problems I see.” That snapped me out of my daze. She was looking at the box of Goodnites in the cart. “I uh, I don’t need them. Those aren’t for me.” She grinned. “Sure they aren’t. Just like you didn’t need a diaper change last week when you pooped your pants at my house. It magically cleared up eh?” “Y..yeah.” I was at a loss. I didn’t want to say anything. I wanted to just hide. I just wanted to cry really - but I peed instead. So much for not needing these, I guess. At least I didn't shit my pants. “Oh, if only that were true” Roxy pulled me next to her, rubbing my shoulder. “Well speaking of, you should come over this weekend - it’s finally pool weather again.” “I’d love to,” Catalina smiled. “It’d be nice to get my tan on.” “Great!” Roxy said in a perky yelp. “Well, I think this one is tired. He didn’t sleep a lot last night and he’s been in a bad mood all day. We’re going to go put him down for a nap. But yes - we’ll see you this weekend!” They hugged. Catalina hugged me too. “Bye Mike,” she patted my butt. “See you soon. And Roxy?” “Yeah?” “I think Mike needs a diaper change” She chuckled. “I worked in a daycare long enough to know what a wet diaper feels like.” Roxy looked at me disappointed, “Michael…” she repeated her earlier diaper check, only this time not finding it so dry. “Well, it’s not too wet, you’ll be fine until we get home.” My face exploded with red embarrassed heat. The girls laughed. We put our purchases in the car and began driving home. We drove back mostly in silence. We went inside and I was going to just sit on the couch and sort of beautifully do nothing. Roxy had other ideas. “Mike, I think you need a nap. You’ve been surly all day.” “I’m fine,” I brushed her off. “I dont need naptime.” “Baby,” She sat down next to me. “We all need naps sometime. Come on. Don’t be difficult.” She stood up and helped me up and we walked back to the bedroom. She had a pull up and wipes laid out. “Let’s get you changed before your nap.” I hopped up onto the bed and laid back. She pulled my pants off and then ripped the pull ups’ sides and wiped me clean with the newly purchased Pampers wipes. She pulled a new, fresh pull up up my legs and over my butt. She patted my crotch when she was done. “There, much better, I’m sure.” she said as I sat up. I stood up and she pulled back the blankets and tucked me in. “Now I’m giong to finish a little bit of cleaning but I’ll be joining you soon baby. Roxy is Ti Ti too” she said in a way a mom talks to a small child. I laughed and curled into the blanket, falling asleep in the afternoon sun as she turned out the lights.

Hello everyone, I've come to you today with a continuation of a story I've been authorized to co-author about Louise's difficult life. First a brief summary of the topic and then her new chapter, ⚠️ Triggers warning about: alcoholism Prologue Louise is sixteen years old and has a life that is very complicated by her height, often mistaken for a child, and her mother who was an alcoholic. Chapter 01 Louise is a sixteen year old teenager, Louise looks more like a child than a teenager, she has a body of four, she lives at home with her mother but her life is not easy, her father was a lawyer but when Louise was three years old her father was in a car accident and her mother never got over it and drank too much, her mother's name is Monica. Monica was a super good mother, she liked to go to her daughter's plays and read bedtime stories, but after her husband's death she drowned her sorrows in drink, she tried to stop drinking, her psychologist told her to find other things to do So Monica started looking on YouTube for things to knit, yôga, and cook but she saw a lot of diaper review videos and she wanted to do as well how she would make her daughter wear, At first Louise thought her mother was playing house with her, but as she grew up it was humiliating how much acting she had to do, and in her room she had everything a child needed, toys, teddy bears, dolls, and several diapers. Louise has already thought of running away from home but the resentment and fear of leaving her mother alone is too great and in a while she will be eighteen and she was going to leave home but until she washes the way and continues to play her mother's game Louise came home after a long day and Monica had answered the door and smelled alcohol and Monica spoke up: " let's shoot a video" that was the sign that she would be wearing diapers and then Monica said " someone wet their pants" she pulled up the front of her pants and threw water on them and now it looked like she had wet herself. Monica already had the camera in her hand and started recording and then he did the intro and said " today we went to the mall and Louise had a great time but when we almost got home she had an accident " he showed her wet pants and continued " she's not ready for potty training but now let's take a shower and go to bed "Louise had to leave wearing a princess bathrobe and her mother resumed the recording " guys I bought a new diaper for my little one let's see how it looks" she was taken to the room where Monica did the unboxing saying " this diaper with animal design, flexible fit and tape and that the child does not take off by itself the ideal consumption for those who have a smart baby". Then Monica laid her daughter down on the changing table, which they got at a fair for small children, she did the whole procedure and Louise was wearing the diaper that had a perfect fit and Monica said "we also have a beautiful pink jumpsuit with a zipper back and let's see how it looks". i Monica put it on and it also turned out well and she said "and there is one more thing, the formula that you will take today was also a gift" Monica went to the kitchen and brought the bottle Louise tasted strawberry and went to sleep Louise didn't know it but there were doses of diuretic in the formula and it was for children who have problems going to the bathroom. Chapter 02 Louise's heart sank as she realized that her mother would be going out for the day and a babysitter would be taking care of her. Normally, when a babysitter was around, Louise would hide her baby items and try to pass as a regular child. But this time, things were different. Louise was already wearing pajamas that required help to take off, and to make matters worse, her mother had given her a bottle of milk the night before, not knowing it contained a diuretic. As a result, she found herself in a wet diaper, adding to her discomfort and unease. Desperate for a way out of her predicament, Louise cautiously ventured out of her room, hoping to find something that would allow her to remove her pajamas and regain her sense of normalcy. However, as she turned the corner, she collided with a young woman with blonde hair and a warm smile. To Louise's surprise, the woman scooped her up in her arms and introduced herself as Megan, her nanny for the day. Megan's cheerful demeanor momentarily distracted Louise from her worries, but she couldn't help but wonder what was in store for her now. Gently cradling Louise, Megan reassured her, saying, "Little one, I'm Megan, your nanny. Haha, let's get you out of those clothes." With a nurturing touch, Megan carried Louise to the living room, where she spotted a pacifier and instinctively placed it in Louise's mouth. Aware of Louise's fondness for pacifiers from the videos her mother had recorded, Megan sought to make her feel comfortable. "I know you love these in the videos," she said with a playful tone. "Now, let's see if the baby food is ready." Louise's heart sank even further as she realized that she would have to play the role of a baby for the duration of Megan's presence. The realization weighed heavily on her, leaving her torn between her desire to be treated like a normal child and the reality she couldn't escape. Megan continued to cradle Louise in her arms, her smile unwavering as she grabbed her cellphone and started recording. With a mischievous glint in her eyes, she began the video by announcing that she was going to take care of a special child that day, focusing the camera on Louise. In a playful tone, Megan revealed that Louise was famous for her videos, capturing the attention of viewers through her mother's recordings. She highlighted Louise's unique charm and the popularity she had gained in the online world. Although Louise had mixed feelings about being in the spotlight, she couldn't deny the impact her videos had made. Megan concluded the introduction by stating that she had accepted the babysitting job not because she enjoyed taking care of children, but because she saw it as an opportunity to record content with Louise and potentially boost her own channel's growth. It became apparent to Louise that Megan's motives were driven more by personal gain than genuine care for her well-being. With a swift touch on her cellphone screen, Megan ended the recording. She then shifted her attention back to Louise, gently placing her in a feeding chair positioned nearby. As she prepared Louise's breakfast, Megan shared her thoughts, admitting that babysitting wasn't her preferred line of work. Louise couldn't help but feel a sense of unease and confusion. She wondered if Megan truly understood her needs and if she would be able to provide the care and attention she longed for. The sudden realization that she was merely a means to an end for Megan's own ambitions left her feeling even more vulnerable and uncertain about what lay ahead. As the chapter drew to a close, Louise found herself grappling with a new set of emotions. She pondered the true intentions of those around her and questioned whether she would ever find someone who genuinely cared for her well-being, rather than using her for their own purposes. With a heavy heart, Louise prepared herself for the day ahead, uncertain of what would unfold and desperately longing for the return of her mother her's love and attention. These chapters were written by the original author and this is my part and I will continue to comment on them. Chapter 03 Louise was sitting in the high chair in the kitchen, eating the horrible porridge that her mother had invented and claimed in the videos to be her favorite. It was a peculiar invention that her mother had once made to attract a company looking for children to advertise. However, Louise had missed her chance, and now she was standing there, forced to eat that unpleasant concoction. She grimaced as she tasted the first piece. Megan, her nanny, sitting next to her, noticed the look on Louise's face and said compassionately: "It's really bad, love. Let's take your milk". In the videos that Monica, Louise's mother, posted online, she claimed that Louise didn't speak very well due to developmental problems. However, for a teenager who was wearing a wet diaper, the situation was even worse. As Megan got up to get the bottle of special formula for Louise, something caught her eye. On the can of formula, there was a discreet description, mentioning "small doses of diuretics". Louise frowned, confused. She pointed to the wet diaper and said: "Wet to...". Her voice faltered for a moment, but she wanted to express her need to be changed. The situation was childish and humiliating for Louise, but she knew that she needed to keep up the appearance of a baby so that her family would continue to receive money from the advertising company. Megan took the bottle and handed it to Louise, trying to ease the situation. Louise started to drink the liquid, but her head was full of dark thoughts. She was afraid of what the morning had in store for her. Gradually, the strange mixture of porridge and formula began to fill Louise's stomach. She felt a sense of unease and anxiety growing inside her. She knew she would have to face another day of pretending, of being treated like a helpless baby, when in fact she was a teenager with dreams and desires of her own. As she finished her bottle, Louise looked at Megan with worried eyes. She didn't know how to deal with this situation any longer. She wanted to be free to be herself, without having to submit to this cruel game. But for now, she had no choice but to resign herself and wait to see what the morning would bring. Megan picked Louise up in her arms and carried her into the bedroom. As a reluctant nanny, Megan didn't like looking after children at all. She had dreamed of becoming a successful blogger, but all her previous attempts had failed. However, a new opportunity had fallen into her lap. As Megan put Louise in the changing room, Louise knew that this wasn't the first time a nanny had had dark intentions. She had been through this before, and that feeling of vulnerability and fear was beginning to take hold of her again. Megan gently removed Louise's pyjamas, revealing her wet diaper.As Megan began to change Louise's diaper, she opened the door of the cupboard that stored the young girl's diapers. She took out a new packet from the Personality brand, which promised protection for up to 12 hours. A mischievous smile formed on Megan's face: "Let's do a test with the new diaper," she said, revealing her true intentions. Louise watched Megan's every move intently. She knew that this new diaper wasn't just an attempt to find the most efficient product. Megan was taking the opportunity to humiliate her and keep her trapped in this increasingly unbearable farce. With a lump in her throat, Louise held back her tears and prepared herself to face another day of pretending, of being treated like a baby when her wish was to be recognized as a teenager with dreams, desires and a voice of her own. Every step she took towards the living room was a painful reminder of her emotional prison.

Little angels, first time post and just joined! (please be kind, and apologies if this is the wrong place to put this, please place in a more appropriate place mods if possible ) I am a mummy based in Bristol southwest, UK. I have been looking after few little ones and would love to take good care of you too at the comfort of your own home...I can teach you new Latin language (Brazilian Portuguese to my babies, play and read bedtime stories to them, bottle feed, change nappies and much more). I would like to clarify that this is not a sexual practice. Do not contact me for sexual services. If you have any questions please email me on: uk.mummy.bristol@gmail.com <3

I love babysitter amity and baby Camila so so so so so so much (by coqraws) Amity babysits Camila Part 1 by Coqodraws on DeviantArt

Another story I wrote awhile back. If you like evil mommies then here you go. "I love you." the young man said to the girl he sat next to on the bar counter. "You literally just meet me an hour ago Chris." She responded as she lit a cigarette. She was an angel in Chris's eyes. 5'10, long dark brown hair, hazel brown eyes, plump cherry red lips, brown skin, and a body that would make Harvey Milk reconsider. "I love Pizza and it only took one slice." He responded before downing his third shot of whiskey. When Moriah first walked in, he saw her from the entrance. She was wearing a navy blue cocktail dress and heels. His draw dropped when he saw her and his heart races when she smiled at him. He then died for a split second when she walked over to him and asked him his name. "Did you just compared me to a slice of pizza?" She said with a smile and her ever sultry voice. They had been talking about everything since her first hello. Chris was ready to go in for the kill and lock it down. "Pizza is delicious, just like you. And anyone who doesn't agree should be imprisoned." "You're a silly little boy, I like that. So cute." she giggled at Chris's joke. "Little boy? Nothing little about me Moriah." He responded by raising an eyebrow and grinning her way. "You can't even rent a car baby, now fuss with me and I'll call you baby all night long. I could just pinch those adorable cheeks of yours, both sets." Moriah reached out and grabbed one of his cheeks and pinched it. "Just a cute baby boy I got here." she teased "I'm a man, a real man." "Oh really? Then how about you come home with me and show me what a real man you are. Make me reconsider calling you a little baby boy." These were the words he'd been waiting for. She wanted him and he obviously wanted her. He did drop 40 dollars on the woman after all. She wasn't acting tipsy, but she had to be, 40 dollars in drinks would do that to you. "Let me call an Uber than." "No need, We can take my car. It's nothing special, a black '09 Toyota, but it gets me from A to B." She stood up from her stool and reached into her baby blue purse. She pulled out her car keys and walked ahead of Chris, leading him out of the bar and toward her car that was parked on the side of the building. She walked over to the driver's seat and waited for the tipsy Chris to his door. "Hurry up baby!" she raised her sultry voice with a little authority. She was smiling and still remaining playful. Chris put some pep in his step and walked over to the passenger seat. He stumbled a little, he wondered how Moriah manages to walk so gracefully in her condition. She unlocked the door and Chris hopped in. Moriah started the car and the two left the bar hiding toward Moriah's home. "So Chris, we gotta make a little stop." She said taking a right at a red light. "And what is this stop?" In Chris's head, he feared the worse. An ass whooping from 3 bulky guys with bats because no one wants to scratch up their knuckles. "Are you going to get me beat up? If so, Moriah, we can skip that part get straight to the robbing." Moriah chuckled and rolled her eyes. "So silly, I'm not that type of woman. Plus, I could never bring harm to that cute little baby face of yours." It was getting a little annoying, but Chris didn't say much about it. She thought he was cute, so why throw a fit over it? The two soon drove up a street corner with a moderately pretty woman in make-up leaning on a wall. She walked up to the car smoking a cigarette. "Hi, Miss..." She paused and looked over at Chris who didn't want to look her in the eye. Was Moriah about to buy a hooker? He wasn't going to say no to a threesome, but like hell, he would be paying for it. "And you to handsome. Two is going to be a 100$ extra." Moriah kept up her smiled and unlocked the back door. "Sure thing. You'll come back to my house with us right?" "Extra." She responded. "Okay." She turned to Chris. "Hop in the back with her." She asked politely but it was still a demand. Chris looked at her confused. He wasn't keen on being in the back seat with a hooker. Plus, he was fine where he was. "Listen, I-" "Shh!" She said placing a finger on her mouth. "Quiet now. To. The. Back. Don't make me throw you back there. I'll get the car seat while I'm at it." Chris grunted and stepped out of the car. He better get some ass out of this. This was embarrassing now." He got into the back seat and sat next to the prostitute who was still smoking her cigarette. He wasn't a fan of them, to be honest, but wouldn't complain. He looked over her clothing. Red crop top, red mini skirt, black heels, and a big leather purse. She looked at him and smiled. "So, wanna start now?" Before Chris could respond Moriah spoke up. "NO! Not yet. Just get to know each other. You'll be getting personal soon enough." She bit down on the side of her red bottom lip. Chris and the hooker talked. She eventually gave her name, Holiday, and then eventually admitted her real name. Her name was Pam, and when she said it Moriah laughed. "Pam? Kinda like pampers. That's cute." Chris glared at her. That condescending tone of hers. They continued talking, Pam explained her want to be an actress but a drug addiction ruin that and she backstabbed a dear friend. A blind New York lawyer. She's now just trying to get by while working as a server in a local diner. They eventually arrive in front of a larger than average size house sitting on a dark silent street. She stepped out of the car and pulled the door open for Pam and Chris. "Come on in darlings, I wanna have some fun. Lots and lots of cute fun." She said with her sultry soft voice. Chris and Pam followed Moriah into her home and the door shut behind them. "Welcome to my home. But this won't be where our fun begins. Not for now at the least." Moriah walked them into the back and up and into a dark room. "Chris baby, close that door for me. Chris did it and just thought if she's up to something she'd regret it. Now in the dark, Chris and Pam notice the scent of baby powder in the room. "Where are we?" Pam asked. "Lights." With one word the lights turned on to reveal a nursery meant for an adult. It was in pastel blue and the most babyish things were there. The room was spacious even with set up this oddball of a woman had. "This is where the magic happens." She winked at them. Chris noticed something, her outfit from before, it was gone. She wasn't naked, she was just wearing something else. The red mini had turned into a solid sky blue dress with an apron around her waist and white heels. "When did you change clothes?" Moriah laughed walked over to the empty crib and lowered its railing. "It's been empty for some time. Now I can finally have some fun." She then looked at Chris. "Wannabe be cute for me little boy?" "What the hell is this Moriah?" He asked in confusion. Chris looked around frantically, noticing the soft white carpet, the corner full of giant baby toys. The chest right next to it. There was a large light blue and yellow changing table across from the crib. It shelves held powder, wipes, and diapers. Chris only counted a couple. They were thick, and all had a different design on them. There was an odd cherry red lipstick on all of them. It was more like a brand. Each mark wasn't exactly in the same spot, just a general area. "Moriah, what the hell are you into?" Pam snickered. "She's an ABDL." "Is that a club sandwich." "Stop fucking with me. ABDL means Adult Baby Diaper Lover. A kink where someone gets off on being in a diaper and what could possibly come with it. It can get...weird." She then turned back to Moriah. "You looking for a Mommy? I can do that for you sweaty." "No. I'm the Mommy hear, and I'm the only one in charge." She walked towards Chris. "No Daddies either. Not in this nursery. So that makes you the-" Chris backed up before interrupting. "I came for sex, not this fucked up shit." Moriah frowned. "Well, that won't do? I drove you here for that reason. I won't have a baby to play with then." "You got Pam. Just pay her the 200 and you can get what? 2-3 hours." "Just about." Pam replied. Moriah was getting annoyed. "I'm interested in putting you in that crib. And Pamper too over there." She sneered at Pam. Pam shook at that, something about what she just said felt off. Pamper. Why pamper? "Know what? I need to get back to my pimp. He's going-" "Nonsense! You aren't anyone's girl." She said looking at Pam with an all too knowing look. "Just a free agent. No one to follow where you go or keep you safe." Pam was getting scared. She gripped her purse and thought about the gun in her purse. A little thing, but enough to fuck someone up. "Your starting to get weird." "I am weird." She stepped closer to the sex worker and reach out and grabbed her by the arm. Moriah pulled Pam close into her and pulled on her blonde hair yanking her head back. She then kissed Pam on her check. She left a cherry red lip mark on Pam's check. "There you go. You're going to feel very weird soon. Whatever you do, don't fight it. Let it just happen. Save you some trouble." "What. Did you poison me?" Pam felt it. The part of her check that was kissed by Moriah was vibrating, warm waves spreading out from it. She felt it, she was losing strength. Something was happening to her. Pam reached into her as she started to stumble. She grabbed the little pistol from her purse and aimed it at Moriah. "What the hell did you do to me?" Chris heart was pumping, ready to fight or run. His night was getting crazier than usual. He couldn't let Pam shoot Moriah. "Pam...Don't do anything brash." "Brash? She just poisoned me or something." The gun was feeling heavy in her right hand. It was tingling...and then her hand gained a plastic shine and turned white. She screamed and tried to pull the trigger and shoot Moriah, but her fingers had turned flat and weak. As it dropped from her hand, Pam grabbed her hand and look at it. She then screamed and looked towards Chris. "Help me." Chris watched on in terror and interest, he wanted to see exactly what was happening. "How?" Moriah walked up to Pam and grabbed her gun. "Dangerous thing. Imagine if my little had picked this up Pamper. And look at that." Moriah grabbed Pam's hand and caressed it with a smile. "Even your other hand is changing too! Be careful what you touch." Pam looked at her hands, both flaps traveling down her wrists. "Now those feet are going next. Ready? 3.." Moriah started counting with a grin on her face. She was enjoying it. "Wait what! Stop!" Pam screamed. 2..1...Gone." Her ankle and toes shriveled up into white thin plastic cloth in her heels. She fell over on her side hitting the soft carpet. Her feet then finally become flaps. "And its going to spread Pamper. You're going to be so cute for me." "Stop this. I don't even know what's going on. What are you doing? Just let me go!" Pam pleads. "Pamper you know exactly what I'm doing to you." Moriah went to get close to Pam's ear. "You're becoming the fixation. What's this little fetish without the most enjoyable part. The diaper." She moved away and laughed. "And I go all the way Pamper. Can't wait to get your cutesy self all done. Moriah reached for her clothes and pulled down Pam's skirt revealing she had no panties on. Pam cried. She was being violated. She had just told the most fucked up thing someone said they were going to do to her. Moriah then pulled off her tank top as Pam squirmed. She then felt her tormentors hands on her body, caressing her flesh. Grabbing her breast running her finger down Pam's tummy and to her groin. "STOP! Chris help me!" Chris watched. He felt like that all he could do is watch. "Moriah...stop this. Whatever it is." He wanted to watch, he had to see if what Moriah was doing was real. He had to stay and watch. "DO SOMETHING!" Pam shouted, tears running down her eyes. Her lower legs were transforming, her joints painlessly popping and bone becoming diaper. Her hands were tapes and flaps of white from the forearms down. Moriah glanced at Chris. "I know you wanna watch it. To see her crinkle away." Moriah had glided across her body, flicking at Pam's nipples. Pam bit down on her lip and protested. Moriah then slid to fingers into Pam's vagina. "Like that Pamper?" She whispered to Pam who squirmed under the force of Moriah's hand. Chris watched on. A part of him wanted to step forward. He couldn't think, maybe he didn't want Moriah's touch and do something like that to him. As Moriah's fingers caused Pam nothing but pleasure, she felt something changing in her. She then felt Moriah pull something string-like from her vagina with a sick grin. "What is that?" Moriah sighed and put it back into Pam's lips. "Just cotton strands." Pam felt her vagina changing from in deepest parts, her very cells were being overwritten with atoms of dry 'super absorbing polymer'(SAP). The SAP then started to spread into her blood and changing her flesh. Her groined turned slowly into the padding. Her thighs thin, crinkle, and turn into long tabs that laid dead on the floor. The transformation took her arms too, reducing them into nothing but flaps of diaper tabs. The diaper Pam was becoming had taken her limbs and already snatched her groin from her. It wanted more, and it would take much more. Pam could fill her shoulders turn, the bones changing into something else and the shape of her arms melt away. She knew they were becoming padding. The feeling of tingling started to act on her chest and neck. She could still feel Moriah's hands playing with her and leaning into her face. "Only a matter of time little diaper!" She then felt Moriah claw down her chest with her nails, causing white trails of ash to appear down her dry skin. "Should have lotion up more." Her nails then touched padding and continued to what was once her sex. "Your one hell of a bitch!" Pam responded with a raspy voice as she tried to spit at her only to find her mouth had dried to the point that barely if any came out. She felt the changing traveling up her stomach and hips. Replacing her organs with sap and padding. Her stomach slowly turned into quilted padding in the shapes of diamonds. "The prettiest bitch of them all." The skin of Pam's hips started to pinch and rode up her sides to what use to consider her arms. Suddenly blue elastic leak guards popped free from the pinched skin. Her legs had been reduced to flat strands of plastic tabs. Moriah with that persistent smile picked at the elastic with just her long nails. "So cute. I think you look much better this way. You're better off." Pam's breast were next to turn. They shifted from warm soft mounds of flesh to even softer padding under Moriah's other hand. Moriah then slapped it and forced it down into flat padding like her stomach. At the same time, her back had been covered in plastic and taken on a noticeable arch. Pam clench down her teeth in anger at the slap. It stung but it quickly vanished into nothing. Pam then felt Moriah do it once more to the other mound as she kept picking at her elastic. "FUCK YOU MORIAH! FUCK YOU CHR-" She quickly found her mouth covered with Moriah's hand. "Don't be like that. He can't help you. He's just a baby." She laughed and removed her hand. Pam's mouth had been stolen, turned into diaper padding. Like some rapidly spreading disease, it quickly covered her face. Her hair had started to meld with her back and neck, it to just becoming plastic. "Bye, bye Pam-per!" Chris's eyes were fixated on Pam. The madness of this. To watch an entire woman turned into a human-size diaper right before his fucking eyes. He remembered how Moriah referred to him as a baby. He knew he was next. Moriah was going to do something to him. She wanted him in that crib. Pam's face was now completely soft quilted padding. She felt a pull on her neck sucking her into her chest and was popping out of the top of her head. Even her ears were gone, she couldn't hear anything and barely feel. Bunched up elastic popped out of her head and shoulders as her head was sucked into her giant padded body until she was no more. Moriah then took her index finger and dragged in across Pam's new diaper body. She started at where her head had once been and dragged in down her chest, in gliding across the soft padding. She knew Pam could feel it, her humanity was somewhat there, and she knew how she exactly felt about it. Chris had seen enough. He kept trying to move his feet, trying with all his physical strength to move them from the nursery carpet. Like a miracle, a small but monuments one, Chris moved his foot then another and stepped back to the door. Moriah was still focused on the giant diaper before her. He slowly opened the door with his back towards it and once it was wide enough to open he slipped out and ran. Moriah glanced over as he left and looked back at her victim. "Fold." Removing her finger from her poor victim. Chris moved down the hallway and closed 20 feet in a matter of seconds. She was at the door and desperately tried to turn the nob. Pulling and twisting with all his might to no avail. He then kicked at it only to fall on his ass. Pam was now fully a giant adult diaper, motionless on the warm carpet floor. Her arms then started folding over themselves and over her padded chest, the exact process happen with her legs. The massive diaper then folded itself in half, creating a sweet-smelling gust of air. The red lip mark then reappeared on the diaper clashing with the crisp white diaper that was once Pam. "Damn. Okay, Chris, you gotta get out of here!" Chris dashed to the nearest window and tried to pull it open. He pulled up on it with on his strength, but as the door, it was too no avail. It was unlocked, yet it was like the house wouldn't let him leave, or rather escape. "Fuck." Moriah smiled and placed a hand on the diaper and rubbed the soft crinkly plastic. "Almost there. Now just shrink up to the proper size." Chris wasn't going to let himself get caught. He didn't have a plan, but he had a will. That gun of Pam's would be useful right now. Chris ran into the kitchen and grabbed a knife out of a knife block. He wasn't going to face her, he'd play it smart and hide. Chris moved fast and ran upstairs, hoping he can possibly find a way out from there. Moriah watched as the large diaper started to shrink, losing mass right before her eyes. She'd seen it all before, so many times she'd lost count. Maybe once she felt some form of pity for the victims, but now she could only smile with glee down at the diapers she made. Pam was no different. Moriah thought she was giving her a better way out. Instead of dying on the streets from a client or drugs, she just became a cute diaper instead. Moriah grabbed the folded diaper and brought it to her nose. She took a whiff of its sweet scent. "Mmmmm. I can't wait to tape you on my little cutie." Then Moriah spoke up. "Baby! Where are you? It's time to get you diapered up!" She said in a warm, sultry, and inviting tone. She exited the nursery and slowly checked the downstairs humming a tune. Chris heard her and even a part of him wanted to walk to her or yell his location, he knew better. Whatever this woman could do, it was obviously magic. Something that couldn't exist, shouldn't exist, but it did. Science was turned on its head and a woman was turned into a giant diaper before his eyes. He just wished he could have saved her. But he was scared something would happen to him. Still humming, Moriah started walking up the steps of her house. Her heels clicking across the floor making each step sound more and more ominous. Chris slowly crept across the floor, entering the farthest room down the hallway. It was a bedroom, Moriah's bedroom. So much girly stuff he wanted to barf if it wasn't time to be serious. He turned around to exit but the heard her reach the top floor. "Baby! Are you up here? Is this hide and seek? I love playing these childish games. I guess you really want to be my little! I was getting worried." She said as she opens the nearby door leading into a storage closet. "Not in there...to bad you can't hide from me." She then laughed like she already had checkmated him. Chris moved quietly and went under Moriah's bed, slowly his breath and hoping she wouldn't find him. And if she did, she'd get a deep gash for it. He felt shame for being scared of this woman, but after what she did he'd be crazy not to try and kill her. Moriah checked each room and until she got to her own cracked open. "Hmmm. In here? I don't think I left my door open." Moriah entered the room, the diaper in hand. "Chris baby, where are you?" She walked past the bed the one she sought was under and to the closet. She opened it and yelled, "Got ya!" She founding that wasn't already there. It was a walk-in closet but she knew Chris didn't hide there. She looked around her room and then focused on her bed. Moriah walked over to her bed. "I just can't find him." Moriah said in defeat and the plopped her ass on the bed. "I just wonder where your hiding." Chris laid on his stomach as she attempted to hide from Moriah. He tensed up as she sat on her bed just above him. He looked over to see two white heels and two brown calves. He thought of attacking her this way, but he didn't want to hurt her. Not unless he was forced too. If he attacked her, what's stopping her from calling the cops. In the nursery downstairs a single bottle of baby power flew off the shelf and rolled out of the nursery. It was in no rush. Simply rolling down the hall. "Yes, Pam?" Chris hears her say over sudden crinkling. "What do you mean I'm not trying hard enough." Chris then wonders what going on. Was this woman talking to Pam? But she turned her into a diaper. Was she still there! "I know you wanna get worn and get wet but I just can't find baby." Chris shook his head, no way that was Pam's desires. "Check under the bed! I haven't thought of that!" Chris quickly crawled from out under the bed with his back turned from Moriah. "Got you!" He heard her shout as a hand grabbed his shoulder and Pam's diapered form is shoved into his face from behind form off Moriah's bed. He took a big breath before breaking free. He turned and slashed at her with the knife. Moriah didn't flinch as it came in contact with her face and turned into a gray plastic toy knife. She hopped off the bed with a smile. "Babies always want to play, at least let me get you dressed first." She said as she got close, backing Chris into a wall. "You smelt that diaper? It smells so great, doesn't it? Don't you want to smell nice? Be all cute? Once you're in a diaper you'll be the cutest thing ever, well even cuter than you are already." She giggled before grabbing at Chris's belt. The pulled at it with glee. Her touch caused the belt to unbuckle and it was pulled from out his belts loops. His pants then dropped and Moriah bent down and helped his feet out of them. Chris had a chance to stop her, but the scent of that diaper, it left him compliant. But he knew what was happening. "Out those feet go, won't be wearing these anytime soon." She tossed them beside the belt. She then looked at his underwear with a simper and slipped a finger in the elastic of his underwear. "This isn't right! Babies wear diapers, not..." She pulls on it and flicks it. " big boy undies. Chris was kinda freaking out. On one hand, a woman had her's inches his member. On the other hand, he was facing a woman who could alter reality at the tip on her fingers. He then felt a finger inserted back over his waistband and pulled his undies down and had him step out of them. She held them up and close to Chris's face. "No more of these. For now on..." She dropped them on the pants and held the diaper with both hands and squeezing it. "Diapers. Fluffy, thick, absorbent diapers. The cutest thing I can think of for you to wear!" In the nursery, a bottle of powder feel off the shelf and then started to roll across the carpet and out the nursery. Chris wanted to scream. He couldn't, he was helpless. He wanted to run. He wasn't her baby. Her diaper-wearing plaything. He started to shake and tried to move, escape like before. Chris quickly broke free and moved from for the door. Moriah grabbed him by his torso before he got anywhere and slammed him on her bed. It was soft, he wasn't hurt, but Moriah wanted to show she was in charge. He wasn't getting out of this. "You were going to leave without even giving your diaper a try? That's rude, imagine how hurt your pamper is." She pouted as she held up the folded diaper that was once Pam. "You're a monster!" You're just a cruel monster." He screamed at her. "I don't want to wear her." The baby powder rolled down the hall and to a sharp turn and hit the bottom of the stairs. It rolled back slightly and jumped on the first foot of the stair. It continued doing so, climbing the steps at a steady pace. Chris called her a monster. Called her cruel. Begged to not get diapered with Pam. Moriah loved being damned and for her baby's begging. Him not wanting it. Cursing her. It all made her want to diaper him more. To see him diapered up and all hers. Moriah unfolded the diaper open and let it hang open in Chris's face. She then picked at the large thick diaper. "It has nice elastic leak guards to keep the pee-pees you'll be doing from spilling out." She cooed as she picked at them with her nails. It was reminiscent of back when Pam was being transformed into a diaper, now she couldn't yell for help, or anything really. Chris's beautiful tormentor than ran her fingers on quilted padding. "And its so absorbent. You can fill it all you want...and you will fill this diaper." Moriah finished showing off the complete diaper and was ready to tape it on. The baby powder finally reached upstairs and rolled down the hall. It stopped in front of Moriah's bedroom and rolled inside across the carpet. Moriah proceeded to slide the diaper under his ass, but Chris tried to struggle. "Stop this little boy, if you won't wear this Pamper I got here, I'll have you meet the same fate as Pam." Moriah threatened as she lost her smile. Chris stopped his struggling and accepted his fate for now. "That's a good baby," she said with her smile returning. Moriah finished sliding the white thick crinkly diaper under her baby. She reached out her hand and the baby powder jumped into her hand. "Just in time." Chris's captor cooed as she gently applied the sweet-scented powder. Chris felt the cool powder on his skin and the soft pamper under his bottom. It felt so good, so comfy, so warm from what was left of Pam's body heat. "I can see it on your cute little face. You like that the powdering and the diaper right?" Moriah asked knowing what he was feeling." Chris blushed and turned away only to cause Moriah to giggle. "It's okay." She grabbed what was once Pam's head and brought it slowly over Chris's crouch. "Babies love diapers. It's only natural." She said as she reached and grabbed the large sticky tab that use to be an arm. She pulled the tape free and then repeated it on the other side. Moriah pressed down on the front of the diaper and down on Chris's crouch. With her the other hand, she fastens the sticky tap on the left to the head of the diaper. She then did the right side, biting her lip as she did with a smile. The diaper was snuggly taped on to Chris's waist, and he wanted to moan in pleasure at it feeling. The soft warm padding caressing his bottom and groin. Moriah stood up and looked at Chris is a proud smile. "How does that feel baby?" She asked knowing he was enjoying his padded prison, even if he didn't want to. Chris looked at her and blushed again. "I...I..." It was so warm and comfy, like a cloud hugging him. He was loving it. He felt free, protected, and loved. "I hate it...just take her off." Chris said unable to look Moriah in the eyes. He felt conflicted. Moriah rolled her eyes and lean into Chris's face, showing off the cleavage of her big brown breast. "Chris, don't be ashamed." Moriah poked his dry white diaper. "You like it on you. You like her on you. Pamper is warm and comfy, and I bet Pamper likes hugging you too." She then kissed him on his cheek. Chris touched his cheek thinking did she put that terrible spell on him? "Come on baby, let's go back down to your nursery." She then grabbed him by his diapered butt and wrapped her other arm around his back. She lifted Chris like a baby, and with a humming song with ease carried the adult out the room and down the steps. Chris was feeling even more insulted. He could feel her hand under his rear, squeezing the thick padding regularly. Moriah carried the diapered man into the large adult nursery. "Now you're gonna crawl for now on unless I say otherwise." She set him down and instantly he fell down to his knees and catching the rest of his weight with his arms. He was shocked, it wasn't even like he meant to do it, he just felt his legs complying with Moriah's order. "What is going on!" Chris finally shouted! "I can't wrap my head around this. Who are you? Why are you doing this? Making me some adult baby for your pleasure and turning some poor woman in a diaper!" Moriah wipes the hair out her face and kneels down to get eye level with her captive diapered boy. "I'm Momma, Momma Moriah and I thought you were just the cutest thing I've seen. So that's when I decided I just had to have you." Moriah then licked her lips. "And dressing you up like a baby is just even more fun. I got onesies and other clothing for you to dress up in. And then babies need their diapers to keep them dry or you'll just wet yourself." Moriah then touched Chris's diaper and drags two nails down the front. She then tapped on the diaper with them before speaking, moving closer to her baby's ear. "Beautiful women, cute innocent girls, they make some good diapers." Moriah then rubbed the diaper that had once been Pam. "But trashy hookers work well enough I guess." Chris looked on at her in amazement. This woman was out of her mind. He looked over at the diapers and simply thought how many? "You sick fuc-" Chris felt her hand quickly slap him across the face. "Ouch! Wha-" Moriah covered his mouth with her hand and squeezed his cheeks hard. "Curse words aren't what cute babies say. Its a real turn off to be honest. Do that too much and..." She squeezed the diaper with her other hand. "Crinkle crinkle. I want a cute baby, not some sailor kay?" She let his cheeks go. "But why make people into...diapers. How many have you killed? Moriah giggled. "Where to start with that one. I did just tell you why silly but maybe I can go in-depth. I like watching them crinkle and shift. Them freaking out as their limbs and body change before their eyes as they see themselves bleach and puff up. It's glorious, watching terrified crying girls freaking out as their end draws near and are replaced with my pampers." Moriah than looked over at the few diapers stacked under the changing table and gave that toothy grin again. "Just like those diapers over there. I'm getting hot just remembering this college girl I turned years ago. A Chinese national studying her, so trusting and so cute. She like Pam received my deep red kiss, as did any pamper with my lips on them. They were all once-" "Human!" Chris shouted in disgust! Moriah clicked her tongue to signal he had the correct answer. "And a couple of guys who pissed me off or bored me. Not like I can tell the difference. To be honest, I can't even keep count of how many pampers I made. It's like asking how many times you masturbated when you were twelve, get it? "Moriah...how can you live with your self when your killing people." Moriah rolled her eyes. "Boy, you will address me as Mom, Mommy, or if you wanna butter me up, Momma. "Momma.." He said begrudgingly. "Why?" Moriah smiled and tugged on the back of his diaper before she stood up. "I'm not really killing someone if they're turned into a diaper." Can't kill a diaper after all." Moriah than walked over to the closet door and pulled it wide open. She pulled out a onesie and showed it to Chris. "Like the color?" "What is that baby blue?" Chris said knowing he'd be wearing it. "Periwinkle actually my dear." She said correcting him. "Baby blue." He restated. Moriah giggled. She walked over to him and looked down on him with a smile that said she was in control. "Baby blue for a baby. Fitting now lift those arms up so I can slide this on." Chris crossed his arms and looked at her. He wanted to cover up and recover his dignity but he wouldn't let her do it. "I'll do it." Moriah's smile left her face and hung the onesie on the crib's railing and got on the floor. "You just don't get it. You a baby, my baby to do with as I please. I've been nice, but I can be mean." Moriah didn't seem threatening, but she was clearly annoyed. She was like a mother tired of a child's tantrum. She grabbed Chris by his arm and with a yank pulled him over to him and on to her lap. She placed a hand on his back and another hand on his diapered butt. He tried to struggle but she was plainly stronger than him. "Stop moving." She said sternly with a smack on the ass. The pain caused Chris to yelp. "Poor baby." She said with another smack on his diapered bottom once again causing him to wince in pain. She placed her hand on it and screwed it. "I get to feel that soft diaper I put you in while you take the sting of this beating. it's so smooth." She lifted her hand up again and struck it a few more times. Chris gritted his teeth, each strike from Moriah's hand felt like she was striking his bare bottom. He took it like a champ, barely moving and sucking up the pain. "All this because someone was so desperate to be a big boy, even though their a baby, and forgot their manners." She said as she leaned into his ear. "Now if the baby wants to put on their own onesie then fine...just say please." "Please! Please, Momma, Stop!" He cried. Fighting tears from flowing from his eyes. Moriah let go of her hold on Chris and he fell on the floor. He glanced up at her and quickly adverts his eyes. He felt embarrassed, and to be cowed in such away. Again, she made him feel so little. "Momma, can I please-" "Nope." She grabbed the onesie off the crib railing and began sliding it over his head. It was quick, Chris going along with it made so much easier. Moriah kneeled down and started doing the onesie's small little clamps. Chris didn't fight it. "Much better." She said as she looked him in the eyes. "No tears...hmm. A little soldier I got." She mentions. After getting dressed Moriah and her unwilling baby made their way into the kitchen. The kitchen was fairly simple but most distinguishing was the high chair sitting at the table. "Can I..." Chris said before Moriah stared at him. A sultry smile and lear that said 'No way in hell diaper butt.' She helped Chris into his highchair and she walked over to the cabinet. Moriah returned with a spoon, baby food, and a bib. Moriah took great pleasure in wrapping a bib around Chris's neck. "Now I going to let you feed yourself. Just don't mess up okay? Than Momma going to have to take over and you don't want that." "Not really." He responded as Moriah set the jar of food in front of him. It was rather large, big enough for an adult. "Is that apple sauce." Chris grunted and began to eat the apple sauce with Moriah standing close by. Chris tried to guide the food to his mouth but he ran into a couple of problems. The spoons weight was off, it was far too heavy for its size with weight being focused on the front end. It caused the food to fall from the spoon and smear his face, some landing on the bib. "Nope." In an instant he found his spoon taken from out his hands and being feed by Moriah. A smug smirk on her lips. "Can't let you do anything can I?" She said with satisfaction in seeing him fail. "Now open up." She cooed. Chris ate, he wanted to get this over with. The apple sauce was rather delicious to be honest. Maybe it was humiliating, but it was decent food. He was still a little tipsy, hopefully, if he sobers up completely he could get free. Then again that seemed unlikely. It might be best if he just played her game and waited for his chance to escape. Chris finished eating and was released from high chair prison. "What now." He asked while on his knees in front of his captor. "Well, I think I'm going to lat you to be and hopefully see how you treat that plain little pamper of yours." Moriah's smug smile still on her face. "Than I can get you a better diaper. Nice and fresh." Chris's stomach turned. Moriah than left the kitchen beckoning him with a finger. "Come." He followed her back to the nursery. She walked up the crib and lowered the railing of the prison. "Come on sweetie." Chris rolled his eyes and slowly crawled closer to her. "Do I really have to?" "I told you didn't I? I want that pampered butt in this crib. So we can fight about it and I drop your butt in here or you get to put yourself in. Take back a little pride." Chris crawled up to the crib and climbed into his baby prison. He felt a hand on his bottom as if Moriah was helping him in. He then watched it was as the railing was raised up and he was left trapped inside. He could try and claim out when Moriah left but he knew it would fail end in failure. Moriah stood above him with her arms resting on Chris's crib. "You know baby...I really do like you." She reached down and stroked Chris's face. "You're absolutely the cutest baby ever. And when you make that diaper sopping wet baby, you'll be even cuter." Moriah smiled sweetly, she meant what she said. The deviant woman grabbed him by the chin and pulled him close and planted a fat kiss on his cheek. "All mine." She said in a sultry tone. She then walked over to a drawer and pulled out a pacifier and walked back over to her baby. She placed it into her mouth and gave him another kiss. "Night." Moriah than left the nursery, turning off the light on the way out. The only light Chris had was the one from the nightlight plugged in the wall. The longer Chris laid, the more tired her became. His cot was soft and comfy. His diaper had a greater level of comfort like a thick cloud was hugging him tightly. He was actually relaxing believe it or not. He slowly drifted off to sleep. Chris found himself in a house. The walls cracked and on a sofa. He was sitting necked in front of a TV. At his side was Pam. She was naked as well. They both faced the static TV. Chris looked around to see nothing but pizza boxes and needles scattered across the floor. "What the hell is this." Pam looked back at Chris and smiled. "This is...was my life. It wasn't the best. Sucking dick. Fucking. All for just a little change. All just to burn it to get high." A tear ran down her face. "But then...I met Moriah." She smiled. Pam stood up. Her arms had turned into flaps just like before. "Moriah than gave me a release. That sweet release." Her torso had been reduced to padding in a blink of an eye. Her breast turned to padding and shrunk down almost instantly. "Being a diaper...It's so fun!" She said with an almost psychotic grin. Her back then bent along with her head until her face was forced to look downwards. "Chris...you don't know how good it is to be a pamper. To have your body shifted from flesh to soft rich padding." Pam's legs buckled and turned into flaps. She fell to the ground into a heap and turned over. She still had a smile on her face. "You're a diaper! That doesn't scare you? Are you fucking crazy? I'd rather be a human than a fucking diaper!" Chris stood up in a fit of rage. He almost kicked her. "So? I was a fucking whore! A worthless whore. Now I have a purpose. I get to tapped around your bottom and pumped full of piss and shit!" Her voice was raspy but she still seemed so content. This wasn't the Pam he knew. She was afraid before but now she was in ecstasy. "This isn't you!" "No this is me." She smiled boldly. She was shrinking. Her legs had disappeared and split. From the bottom down she looked like a diaper. She started crawling towards Chris. "Diaper. I'm a diaper. I'm nothing but that and I love it." Her face was turning into padding along with her neck. "I love Moriah and thank her for this gift." Pam jumped at Chris's torso, pushing him down and quickly tapping herself on. He was diapered again, yet he could still hear Pam. "Don't I fell great! You know I do." had being a diaper done this to her? Or was this truly how she felt? Chris tried to stand. As soon as she got around his waist, she felt the strength of his muscles deteriorate. He spread his legs out to keep his balance. "Damnit." He grabbed at Pam. "Get off me!" "Nope! That would mean I'm not being a good diaper and going against my beautiful mistress!" Chris fought and fought with it but Pam couldn't be removed. Chris fell to the floor. His legs were weak and tired. "Stop this Pam. I feel it. I have to pee bad. I've held it but I just can't." He told her thinking that would make her change her warped mind. "Do it. I've told you I'm a diaper. Wet me. Use me. Throw me away. I must taste your piss. I bet its divine. Once I'm full, Mistress Moriah can just roll my worthless padding up and drop me in the pail where I belong!" Chris gave finally gave in. He just couldn't anymore. He let lose into the thick padding that was Pam the diaper. She soaked it up as she slightly sagged and plastic crinkly skin went taut. Pam was happy. The bitter salty taste was orgasmic. Sweet without being sweet. The scent was overpowering, and only heightening the pathetic diaper's euphoria. The warmth almost covered her entire body. "Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!" The diaper screamed in delight. Chris felt the warmth of his diaper around his waist. He hated it but a part of him liked it. All of it. The wetting. The warmth. The diaper. And at the same time as Pam, Chris thought of being changed by Moriah. The wet mess being stripped away and balled up all to just be thrown out. Chris awoke from the dream. He felt his diaper around his waist. It was wet and pissy. What had happened in his dream had happened to him. It was wet and only a little cool, leaning more on the warmer side. His heart was racing. In the dream he liked it. He fucking liked it! He thought of Pam and looked down at his pamper covered in the onesie. It was really wet. He really did that to Pam! He was worried about it. Was she really enjoying being treated like that? Was she even still there now? Chris couldn't get the dream out his head. It was so fucked up and depraved. Only something that woman could think up, it could be that. Sadly he knew he liked it and how wrong and twisted that was. He felt like inch by inch he was coming over to Mamma's side. He fea1red becoming a happy and willing partner in her sick sexual fantasy. Chris laid back in his crib, mind racing as he repeatedly thought of his dream and his entire situation. He couldn't tell the time, but it was still dark out. He was scared to close his eyes and fall asleep, he feared to repeat that disgusting nightmare again. After awhile Chris started to doze off and was back to sleep. The nursery door swung open and the beautiful woman holding Chris captive in a crib walked in. She was wearing sunglasses, a white tank top, blue denim jacket, similar pants, and heels. Moriah walked over to the closet and pulled a blue bag out of it. It had some items in it, baby powder, wipes, and other supplies for changing diapers along with some snacks. She then pulled out a white shirt and blue shortalls with an image of stars at the center. It wasn't something Chris would think looked good, unfortunate for him, Moriah thought it was cute. With the bag over her shoulder, Moriah walked over to her captive and softly shook him awake. "Wake up baby." She said sweetly. Chris yawned awake and opened his eyes to the smiling witch leaning over the crib. For an instant, he thought she was gorgeous, but then remembered what she'd done to him. "You." he said coldly. "Baby! Morning! Time to get up." Moriah lowered the crib door and sat beside him as he laid in the crib. "Stay right there." Moriah's hands moved over Chris's diapered crotch and felt it. She then slid her fingers into his diaper and smiled at Chris. The then opened the onesies buttons with a swift movement and started poking at the sodden white diaper. "You're Wet." Chris glared at her. "Yeah...and?" "You wet your diaper." She said as she slid a little closer to Chris and leaned in. She placed her hand on the diaper and gripped it. "How did it feel? Wetting your little diaper?" Chris blushed as he grew more irritated. "Disgusting! I'm sitting in cold piss." "Than how about I change you real quick into a fresh one, hmm?" She proposed. "No! You can't! Don't do that to Pam!" Moriah laughed. "Pam's a diaper. And your diaper probably likes being pissed in. Whatever is left of that slut. Just imagine how good it feels for her when you piss into that thirsty padding? How good it feels for you to just use her up? How helpless you are but how much more powerful you in comparison to her?" She leaned closer to him and grab the pacifier beside him. "What are you talking about. There is nothing good about this." He continued to blush as she hit the nail on the mark. He felt the rubber nipple on his lips and didn't fight as she slid it in. He started sucking as Moriah held it in place for a moment. Moriah smiled. "We can keep that little diaper on, for now, it's still fine for now I guess. We can change it while we're out, I'm sure you have more to do in it Baby.

Just letting everyone here know that I do offer in person babysitting/mommy sessions in Las Vegas. I started doing it over a year ago when we decided that we weren't having kids so this is a way for me to persue my nurturing and disciplinary side. www.MyVegasNursery.com

Dan was an average 16yr old boy.

Dan was 16, he did good at school and got good grades. Although he had a few toilet problems, such as not wiping properly and a bit of laziness. He got home one Friday afternoon and the phone rings, a neighbour needed a babysitter, and wondered if Dan could do it. Dan sighed, he hadn't babysat before, but knew it was the right thing to do, so he agreed to it and she said to be at hers around 6pm. When Dan's mom got home, he told her and she said its a good thing to learn, and she would drop him there, and he would be there for the weekend as his mom is going away to see Dan's sister in another state. it got to 5:45 and Dan came down with a overnight bag and got into the car with his mom. They arrived at the home and he got out, said goodbye to the mom and nervously walked up to the front door and knocked on the door, not knowing what to expect.

Peter had a perfect life, although, there was one problem. His son Dan was rebellious against everything, he refused to obey his fathers orders, refused to come home before curfew, shouted at his mom, and refused to help out with his younger siblings. Peter and his wife had had enough, and it was affecting their younger children. They had four children, Dan was 15, they had a daughter aged 10 called Aurora

James is a college student, a junior majoring in music. He usually had classes in the middle of the week and he studied on the weekends usually the only time he could really hang out with friends was on a Friday night. And that Friday night the played Truth or Dare just for fun. James was the risky type of person he wasn't afraid to really try anything new. But this one dare made him question it. He had to be babysat for a whole day and night, and they got to pick his babysitter and plan it.

Kendra was a 17 year old girl, looking for work around the neighborhood. She decided to try out babysitting and got a babysitting job two blocks down from her. She would be working for a couple two blocks from her who has 2 little girls. She would be working 6 days a week and would work from the afternoon to the evening. She really needed this job to get money for school and such so she couldn't say no to this opportunity!

Brendon sat on his bed, waiting for the new babysitter. His parents were going to be out of town for a month, so they had hired a sitter because his closest relatives lived several states away and it was during the school year.

Though, I'm not sure if it's a good idea or not. I have a baby girl, and I'm sure she would be fine with it (mostly because it would only be via Skype) but I would be doing it as a source of income. When it comes down to it, being a Mommy is one of few things that I'd actually consider doing for a living, with writing as a close second. So I figured, "Well...why not?"

Hi there fellow Wisconsin

This is my first story on any AB/DL website, and like the second story I've ever written. Let me know what you guys think, and opinions are more than welcome (negative and positive.) Thanks much. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Chapter 1. Finally! Friday - 3:30 pm "No, I completely understand Mrs. P. Good speaking with you too." She hung up the phone and sulked off to her room, another plan and moment foiled by changed plans. It had been almost a month now, and she was begining to wonder if she was ever going to get a place to herself ever again. It wasn't Mrs. Peters fault, she and her husband both work random hours, and they never can be sure when they will get a moment to go out and treat themselves to a nice dinner or a movie. Much less a chance to plan a week in advance to hire a baby sitter for their daughter Carol. And she knew that. But she couldn't help being resentful of their position, and blaming them both for the fact that she couldn't get out for a brief vacation. She slipped back out of her blue jeans and donned back her peace sign pajama bottoms, she wouldn't be needing to get dressed now, and might as well be comfortable if she's going to be sitting around the house all night. "Oh well, whats another month anyway?" She asked herself in a huff. "No point getting worked up over it. Besides, its not like its defintely going to be that long before I can watch Carol anyway." Her door opened a little and her mothers head came into view, "Whats all that noise in here?" "I was just changing pants mom, everything is fine, thanks." She knew that she barely bumped anything, let alone made a sound. Just an excuse for her paranoid mother to stick her head in her room and get involved with everything in the house. "Oh, while i've got you, Mrs. Peters called it turns out that Mr. P has to work tonight, so she is giving me the night off." "Great, me and you can do something, its been a long time since I had a Friday night with one of my girls." "Um, actually I thought I'd go to Lydia's to relax for a while, I haven't really seen her in a few weeks since her job started." Coming up with the first excuse not to be home with her mother, that she could. "You know, she has been so busy applying to colleges and working we've kinda fallen out of touch." "Oh, well thats fine, just let me know when and where you'll be please, you know I worry." "Oh I know you do." She rolled her eyes without thinking. "This how we're going to start off today?" She gave her daughter a baleful look. "We've been doing really well lately Rachel, I'd hate to get back into trading words with you again." "Sorry mom, its just I could've used the money from watching Carol, and its got my nerves bunched." She replied, knowing full well it wasn't the money that had her worked up. "But you're right, I love you." "Love you too, let me know what you decide to do." And she abruptly closed the door as she finished her sentence. She threw her head backwards and onto her pillow and huffed. "Ugh, what am I gonna do. I've got to get out of this house." Her door cracked again, and she found herself even less pleased the second time her mom's head came into view. "I forgot to mention, a lady called earlier just before you woke up and told me to give you her number. I didn't catch her name, or maybe I did and forgot it, either way, her number is on the fridge next to the phone." "She say what she wanted?" "I didn't ask, but she seemed very sweet, and said she had run into you at the grocery store about a week ago." "I don't remember giving out our number at a store..." And tried to think back to the last time she'd even been out to a grocery store. "Either way, she called, I messaged, mission accomplished." Her mother gave her a little smile and closed the door again. Rachel rolled off her bed and onto her feet. Catching a brief glimpse of herself in the mirror as she did. Rachel stood about 5'5 and was rather slender even for a girl of 18 (almost 19, she often reminded herself.) Her light brown hair reached the middle of her back, and she often let it do just that. Even a pony tail was a pain not worth dealing with now that she wasn't getting dressed for school daily. Her breasts, not large, but in fact, she was rather pleased at their size. Any larger and they wouldn't look proportional, and any smaller and she would feel like less of a girl. She stopped and walked closer to the mirror to get a look at her face, which she had never been satisfied with. Her eyes, which were complimented by everyone who passed by her, were a saphire blue with flakes of green at the edges of her iris, stared at her nose and mouth. "I hate my teeth, wish it wasn't weird to be toothless or I'd have done it." She said to herself dramatically. She ran her first two fingers over her front teeth, which were of an average size, but to the owner of those teeth a bane, and closed her mouth to look back at her nose. Small and narrow with a tiny gem set in her left nostril. She had bought the piercing with money she had gotten watching Carol, her mother hated it, but its one of the only things she had bought with the money she was saving, and rather liked it herself. She walked out of her room and passed Brittany's door, it was slightly cracked (probably her mother's doing) and glanced in. Brittany had her headphones in and was fixing her hair in the standing mirror. She had always been jealous of Brittany's hair, it fell in short waves and always seemed to stay where she put it (not like Rachel's that flew around whether the wind was blowing or not.) Brittany wasn't any smaller than her sister despite the three year difference, but Brittany had grown quickly and stopped abruptly about three months ago. Britt caught a glance of her sister in the mirror, and waved with a goofy smile on her face, half wording the words to whatever song she was listening to. Rachel smiled and gave her a nod, then continued on the way back to the kitchen. She cracked open a box of lucky charms, and not bothering to grab anything else proceded to munch by the handful while approching the fridge. She snatched the note out from under the magnet her mother had placed. The half eaten box of cereal she placed on the table, and with her other hand she pulled the phone off the cradle. "Woman writes like a doctor," she mumbled to herself trying to decipher her mothers chicken scratch. "pretty sure thats a nine and not a four." Dialing as she spoke. It rang just long enough for Rachel to think of hanging up when a voice answered. "Hello?" A kid crying in the background, "Give me just a second I'm sorry" "K, not a problem." Wondering who this lady is, and briefly thinking how rude it is to answer the phone and tell whomever it is to wait before even hearing their voice. The crying faded to the background and she heard a door shut as though she had left the room. "Sorry for that, Tyler has been a real handful today. Rachel right?" "Yes mam, and I'm sorry to call and ask, but who is this again?" "Oh! Pardon me, I guess I didn't tell your mom much, not even sure I gave her my name, but this is Janice Needle. I met you outside of the Wal Mart and you helped me with my groceries and carrying Tyler to the car during one of his fits." Remembering all at once, Rachel felt like an idiot, she hadn't been to a store in a while, she and Lydia had been meeting some friends outside Wal Mart five or six days ago and she had seen this lady having quite a time balancing her kid and seven bags of food in two hands and a foot. "Yes, I remember you, how are you doing?" "Been one of those days, but recently it always seems to be. I've got to get back to Tyler real quick, and I know this is incredibly short notice, but I was wondering if you were doing anything tonight?" She seemed out of breath. Rachel held her breath, she remembered mentioning to this lady that she watched kids and gave her number to her without thinking about what watching a child like Tyler could really entail. "Um, actually my plans just canceled a bit ago, what did you need?" 'I really hope I don't regret this' repeated in her mind about five times before the lady interrupted her train of thought. "Well I was thinking of taking some time away from my angel," she said with an air of sarcasm, "and was thinking that maybe you'd like to make some money tonight." "Do you have a time in mind?" "Um, maybe five? I was going to go over to a friend of mine's house and have a few drinks. Thought I might stay the night over there if you were comfortable watching him all night, and a bit in the morning Saturday." An entire night? A whole night all to herself in a house? She almost screamed with delight. "I've got nothing going on all weekend Mrs... I'm sorry what was your last name again?" Come on, don't screw this up forgeting the lady's name, she thought. "Needle, and you can just call me Janice if its easier. And you say you've got nothing to do all weekend?" "I'll call you Mrs. N if thats alright, and yep, I'm free and clear." "Fantasic!" She sounded ready to explode with delight herself. "Let me get you the address to here real quick and I'll see you in an hour or so?" "Sounds awesome Mrs. N" and it did sound quite amazing. Chapter 2. Sweet Release She had been waiting patiently for Tyler to stop crying and go to sleep. He was three years old, way to old to be screaming like he does when put to bed. But his mother says she had been sleeping with him next to her up until a month or two ago, and she never leaves without him except in emergencies, so this was apt to be a bit difficult for Rachel. "I'll be fine, trust me, I've dealt with all kinds." Giving her a wink as she said it. "Thank you again so much," Mrs. Needle said, and you could tell she really meant it. "If you need anything my number is on the fridge. There is everything you'll need for him in his room, I bought an extra pack of diapers so there would be no chance of running out, and there is plenty of food for both of you in the kitchen. "I'm gonna run, thank you thank you thank you!" And with that she gave her a hug and was out the door. That was close to four hours ago, and she was wondering if Tyler was ever going to shut up. As if by some sort of psychic magic, the crying begin to dull, then all together stop. Rachel got up from the living room and creeped back towards Tyler's room to see if she could hear anything from him. She peered in the crack she left in his door, and caught him fast asleep. "Ugh, finally," she whispered. And opened the door to his room a little more so she could slip in. She walked over to the far wall where she had left the pack of diapers and pulled several out of the pack and tucked them under her arm, grabbed his wipes from off the dresser and started back towards the door. She didn't know if they were going to fit her, but he was a big boy, heavy for his age and he was really close to four, so she thought she had a chance. Avoiding the bathroom for the last two hours had been hard, but she wanted the first release she had had in a month to be amazing. By the time she had made it back to the living room, she was sure she wasn't going to make it. She dropped the diapers and wipes from under her arm directly on the floor, and started to undress. Roughly throwing her pants onto the couch, she struggled with her pink panties (plain, but with a little bow on the front, one of her favorite pair just cause they were so close to a little girls.) finally dropping them to her ankles. Her bare sex freshly shaven (she spent extra time at home making sure that everything was very smooth.) she ran her hand over it before dropping to her back on the floor with one of his diapers in her hand (the others she brought, close by just in case his didn't fit.) She opened his diaper up and smelled it before lining it up with her narrow waist and under her petite bottom. She just fastened the tapes up when she felt it spill from her like a glass of water off a table. The warm puddle forming under her was almost too much to bare, and she began to shudder with excitment and pleasure. Her hand dropped to in between her legs and began rubbing before she even knew what she was doing. She pulled herself into a sitting position with her back against a stranger's couch, and ran her fingers deep into the plush of the toddler's diaper. Feeling the warmth through her freshly wet diaper sent her into another spiral of excitment, and she began to rub more intensly. By the time she finished wetting, her right hand had found its way inside the top of diaper and to her soft mound. She budded her clit with the tip of her middle finger while her index worked its way back in and out of her vagina. She came much quicker than she had intended, but always did whenever she had a moment as grand as this. She stopped herself from pushing it any further, knowing that she would want to do this several times more tonight, and didn't want to wear herself out at the very first wetting. She didn't move at all for several minutes except to apply pressure to the front of her diaper with her palm. Causing a small moan to escape her lips and her entire body to shift forward out of her control. When the shudder began to subside, Rachel looked down. She wasn't surprised to see she had leaked a little, and could see the warm lines of pee, that had begun to feel cooler on her legs, running from the sides and inside of the diaper, off her legs, and onto the floor. She lifted her butt to survey the damage to the carpet. "A couple of drops, nothing to worry about at all." She said a bit relieved (in more ways than one.) If she hadn't been leaking she would have stayed in that diaper for as long as she could before having to go again, but as it was she figured she had better get herself changed and into something dry. She loved changing her diaper almost as much as wetting one. She laid back down on her back, carefully skirting her hair away from the few drops that had been in the carpet, and pulled her knees up. She sat for just a moment longer enjoying the feeling of warm wet pee on her mound before realizing if she stayed that way any longer she would probably relapse into another state of excitement. And proceded to unfasten the tapes on the sides, first the right, then the left. The pee didn't have time to smell, but it certainly changed the color of the fluff in the center of the child's diaper. The urine stained the leak guards a light yellow, but everything in the middle was practically a neon. The warmth around her crotch quickly cooled as the air hit her naked sex, the chill that was sent down her spine reminded her of jumping into a pool. She gently opened the container of wipes and regarded her legs and crotch with a gentleness of someone who had done this many times before (even though this was probably only her ninth or tenth time she'd ever had a chance.) When she was done cleaning the urine from her soft mound, she wiped her bottom a bit, and threw the used wipe in between her legs and onto the diaper. She pulled the used butt pillow (a way she liked to think about it) away from her, and rolled it up, making sure to tape the sides so that the wet would stay on the inside. She had made the mistake of closing it wrong the first time and when she had packed up and put the diaper in her book bag, her books had squeezed pee into her homework. Of course, this time she was babysitting an actual baby, and could just throw away the diaper in the diaper genie, his mother would never know the difference between hers and his. "Dis is dunna be great!" She said in a baby voice she liked to talk to herself in, and unfolded another diaper. "Me neva dit to do dis twice." She lifted her bottom back into the air and placed the diaper underneathe. "Aw, doodies! I dunnot have no poof!" Refering to baby powder. She jumped up off the floor, leaving the diaper where it was, and ran off to Tyler's room, naked except for her shirt. She checked the crack to make sure he was still sleeping (as if seeing her naked would give away everything) and slipped in to grab the powder from the dresser. He stirred a bit and she flinched, and then relaxed, realizing there wasn't anything that would happen if he woke short of having to put him back down. (Though it would definitely keep her from her fun, for a bit.) She walked over to his bed, and pulled his sheets up over his shoulder, assuming he might be cold, and caught a whiff of what he had left for her to deal with in the morning. "Pe-ew, dat a 'tinky baby." She whispered. Leaving his room, and making sure to keep the door cracked a bit, she gladly held up his baby powder. "Poof! Poof!" Squeezing the powder a little and watching the white mist float and disappear, proclaiming in the meantime "Poof!" She made it back to the living room and dropped to her hands and knees crawling to where she had left the diaper, and climbed on top of it. She took a little powder in one hand and rubbed it gently all over her crotch, making sure to get her butt and vagina very well. With that done, she closed the diaper and fastened the tapes. She plopped up on the couch wondering what to do next, and flipped the television on, and turned the volume down. Tyler had Veggie Tales blasting when last the tv was on, so it startled her at first. Usually she only had enough time in a babysitting night to wear and wet a diaper once, but tonight she kept thinking of all the time she had. "What am I going to do? I always dream of being able to wear one for a while, but now that I get to, I'm lost. Blah." Tired of sitting and thinking of what she would do, she decided at least she could get something to drink and fill herself for another release. Remembering Tyler had a sippy cup in his room she ran down the hall to get it for herself. She slipped in his room and grabbed it up, catching another brief smell of his dirty diaper. "I wonder if I should wake him and change that, I'd hate for him to sleep in that all night." She spoke to herself. Decided against it, and ran back towards the kitchen. Opening the cabinets to find a clean lid (Tyler had eaten chicken nuggets that night and she could clearly see the crumbs he left on the lid) she spotted a large bib next to his cups. "I could use that, but I'd have to wash it, not really worth my time." So she snagged a spare sippy lid and shut the door without another thought. She filled up her sippy with apple juice, and brought the rest of the bottle with her into the living room, cause she knew one glass wasn't going to get her even close to wet the way she liked it. Shrinking back into the corner of the couch, she watched some television. Three sippy cups full of apple juice and an hour later, she felt a need to go again. She didn't want to go immediately just in case it was only a little bit, what she really wanted was that exploding orgasm like she had the first time. She knew it wouldn't be as amazing, cause it had been a month before that time, but she didn't want to sell the second one short just cause it had been a little while ago. She decided to peek in at Tyler and make sure he was okay, and thought that maybe walking around the house for a second would make her have to go a little more. She pushed the crack in his door open a little wider and the smell hit her immediately. "He must've blown out that diaper, ugh! Its gonna be every where." She walked over to him, and the mound of poop had begun to force its way out of his diaper, but he hadn't made a mess of anything other than himself. She laid out a changing pad on the floor, and careful not to wake him too much, lifted him out of bed. Tyler squalled a bit, and then slipped back into a semi sleep when she laid him down on the pad. "I wonder what that feels like..." and pushed the front of his diaper in a bit to feel the resistance. "Ew, I don't think I'd like it very much." But in the back of her mind, she thought 'but I like the way a diaper feels, and the first time I thought about that it was gross too.' Pulling the tapes as quietly as she could, she gently opened his diaper. The smell by this time had calmed down a bit and she was getting used to it. "Ugh, its all over everything, there is no way I'm gonna get you clean without waking you up all the way." and she went to work. Cleaning him up was for the most part uneventful. Lifting his butt into the air was what she was most worried about, but it was the cold wipes that almost woke him up. When he was all clean she padded his butt with another pillow, and laid him back down. Her need to pee had grown and grown in the mean time, but while wearing a diaper in front of him hadn't seemed weird at all, wetting one felt funny to her. As soon as she cracked the door and headed down the hallway she got amped up. She dropped to the floor in front of the tv and threw her hair out of her face. She looked down at the diaper, this time she wanted to watch it change color from start to finish. The warm flow began much slower this time, and her hand was already in place to feel the pee hit the front of the diaper. Beads of sweat already started on her forehead and the back of her neck in anticipation for the coming storm. Her back arched as she applied pressure to the front of her diaper, the warmth spreading quickly from the front of her flowing vagina down to the crack of her butt. Without waiting until she was done, she thrust her hand into the front of the already yellow diaper. She felt the urine in between her fingers and found her love button already tingling. She had barely begun to slip her fingers in and out of herself again before she burst into another series moans. Her clit was on fire with passion and even the smallest touch forced her entire body forward, arching into her hand, thrusting back and forth. She had stopped wetting, and was fully involved in pleasing herself now. Her butt sliding to and fro, forcing every bit of urine into all the parts of the diaper. She could feel herself reaching her climax, and though she wanted this to last, she couldn't stop herself from moving her fingers. Searching and moving faster and faster within her own body, the sweat building on her, heating the room as her temperature rised. When she came she had to cover her face with a cushion from the couch to keep from screaming out. Afraid of waking Tyler, or even having a neighbor hear her passion. She fell back onto the couch, shaking and vibrating, the tendrils of heat falling back from her as the cool air had begun to affect her again. Still her hand never left her over soaked mound. Gently pressing on her clitoris, fingers still slipping in and out of herself keeping a taste of what she had just done. Still she moaned lightly, feeling the pressure and heat begin to build again. Faster and harder, softer and slower, trying once more to find the chemistry that would make her vagina come to a head. Her hair dampening as the sweat began to roll down her body again, she felt herself arching again, her instincts taking over. Back and forth again she rocked, in and out of herself, feeling every inch of her loveliness in her own hands. She cried out once more, having been gripping the couch's pillow in her left hand still, she threw it in front of her face, and had to bite down this time to keep in all in. Another warm flow spilled from her sex, this time there was much less, and sticky. She grabbed the wipes and checked the sides of the diaper to make sure she hadn't made a mess and leaked on the carpet again. "No leaks this time, guess it wasn't as much." She said in between gasps. She laid on her back, her knees in the air once more, and unfastened the tapes holding the soggy diaper to her small hips. When she pulled the front of the moist wrap away from her mound, the cold hit her quickly. Still a little tingly, she gently cleaned her region with the baby wipes making sure to get the warm urine and sticky cum off of herself. She lifted her butt, and ran her fingers through her crack, and wiped both lobes of her rump. Once more she threw the dirty cloth in between her legs and onto the child's diaper, pulling it away from her crotch. She rolled it up, making sure again to tape the edges so the moist diaper didn't leak. Laying naked on the floor, she looked up at the clock to see what time it was. "One in the morning! Man I wish this night would never end, and now its already over." Thinking to herself that she could probably wet one more time. "Alright, I'll call it a night at four, that should give me enough time for one more good soak." She grabbed one of her diapers this time, they weren't as tight on her as Tyler's toddler diapers, and they were really pull ups, but she liked the velcro sides, and the pink princesses on the front didn't hurt her feelings for them either. "I'll have to remember to take this one with me, she'll definitly wonder why there is a pull up in her diaper genie." She put both her feet in the holes and pulled them up onto her hips. She liked the loose feel a little, but was worried with how much she had been peeing tonight that she might leak a little. "If it feels like alot, I'll just put another one on over this, or sit on a towel or something." Her stomach growled a bit, and she felt it cramp her bowels. It had been at seven or so that her and Tyler ate, and he had already pooped in his diaper. While normally she wouldn't have a need to poop, she would also have already been asleep at home. She thought briefly about whether or not she wanted to try to poop in her diaper, and the thought passed through her like water. "No way, that smell is too much. Besides, I don't think its worth the clean up it would take. Peeing is much easier." She got up to go to the bathroom, feeling the need to poop come to rest much closer to her anus now. Chapter 3. Unexpected Surprise On her way down the hallway, she took a look inside Tyler's room. His thumb deep in his mouth, and his eyes were tightly shut. She could see his body rising and falling with his breath, and so she went back to the hall. She walked toward the bathroom, and flicked the light on. She sat down on the toliet with her pull up still around her waist. "I could try it, its not like I can't just jump in the shower if its awful." She coaxed herself. "It might be better than peeing ever dreamed of being, and when I pushed the front of his diaper, I loved that feeling of resistance." She climbed into the bath tub and squated down on her feet. The need to poop had relaxed a little bit, and she was worried she wasn't going to get the chance to do this at all. But when she strained a little and started to push, it started to come. She began to slow down so if she didn't like it she could stop, but before she had a chance, it all let out of her. The warm load made its way into the back of her pull up, not slowing at all when it hit the resistance of the wall of fluff. It worked its way through her crack and towards her sex. Meanwhile she had begun to wet a bit, when the warm urine met with the hot mess in the middle of her pull up, she didn't know what to think. She stopped pooping as quickly as she started, unsure of what to think or feel, sitting crouched in a bathtub. She didn't smell anything yet, and was trying to move her butt left to right to see how the poop felt in her diaper. She liked it. It was a little bit greasy, and reminded her of sitting in a mud puddle as a child. She relaxed, and let the rest of the load work its way out of her. She grunted a little, and a small fart escaped her. This last part made her giggle, and when she started to laugh, the pee came again. She strained to get the last of it out, and could feel the mess work its way all the way up to her moist vagina. Her hand went straight to her crotch again, and started to press. She grabbed the back of her pull up with her left hand and felt the bulge pressing hard against her anus. She was rocking back and forth again, before she realized it. She pressed with both hands on her pull up, in the front and back, and felt the warmth spread to fill every inch of the pull up. The princess image in the front began to leak from the sides, she felt it, but didn't care at all. Her body moved on its own will as her excitment began to paramount. She tried to adjust the way she was crouching, and her foot slipped in the urine that had fallen to the tub. Before she could get a good grip, she had landed on her butt. Hot pee flew from the front of the diaper, and she could feel the warm mess press deeply into her anus and vagina. A large amount, she could feel, had escaped from the top and sides of the diaper. Normally she would have freaked out, but the thought of getting messy never seemed so appealing. Her right hand, having never let go of the front of her pull up, sped up its rubbing. Squishing, and pressing the warm goo deep into herself. She saw the side of the tub, and thrust her leg over the side, straddling it with both hands in front of her. She rocked back and forth, rubbing her entire mound deep into the wall. The beads of sweat and heat already working their way down her neck and back. Her hands were a mess of poop and urine as she looked down, and a smile creeped up on her face. She rammed her right hand into the front of her diaper, rubbing every inch of her sex with her fingers. After the second time she had come tonight, she knew she was done for the night. But she was very wrong. Once more she came quicker than she ever had before. She didn't have time to stiffle the scream that ran from her lips, and by the time she had caught up with it, the moans were just as loud. She pulled her hand from within her diaper, and grabbed the front again, rubbing as she pulsed her body into the side of the tub some more. Again she came, screaming, this time not caring at all. Her body trembled, and fell sideways into the mess she had made in the tub. She ripped her shirt off over her head, and grabbed her breasts with her left hand, pinching and squeezing her nipples. She rubbed fanatically for what seemed like a lifetime before she began to slow at all. Cuming and cuming over and over, better than any orgasm she had ever had before. Her body a wet mess in a stranger's tub, shaking and moaning, wishing she had the potential for more and more. She tried to relax her body and hands, and found herself unable to stop her body from moving forward in its natural rhythm. Her breathing slowed, and her body finally relaxed as she laid back in the tub. Looking around her, she could see the mess that she had made. Messy finger prints, and rub marks from her filthy pull up marked the tub in what appeared to be a random order, but she could mark every moment, and every move that she had made. The smell didn't bother her in the least though it was potent. She was exhausted from the entire day, but the end of it was what set her into the lulled and apathetic mode she was in now. "Me dun no wanna move." She said falling back into the baby talk. "Dis da bes' day eva." She sat for a while looking around and feeling her messy pull up over and over again fighting the urge to have another go around with herself. Finally she leaned forward, and began the clean up. She grabbed the velcro tabs on the side of the pull up and ripped them free, opening the front of the diaper, and exposing her woman hood. The heat from her self inflicted passion had warmed the room, leaving no worry about a cold blast of air. Her eyes swam over her vagina and legs, investigating the mess and seeing what damage she had inflicted to the diaper itself. She rolled the brown and yellow rag into a ball, and wadded up some toliet paper to place it on the ground. She looked over the side of the tub, and saw that her moment of glory had expanded beyond the reach of the shower by about a foot, and thought, "this is gonna be a fun clean up, maybe next time I should slow down." She threw her shirt out of the bath tub, and turned the shower on. Startled by the cold at first, then gradually it warmed. She took special care of her vagina, as she had been told that leaving it messy with anything (much less feces) could cause an infection. And washed everything off of her, making sure she washed her hair twice, just in case she missed something. The last thing she wanted was poop in her hair. The tub was easy enough to clean with the shower head, "Thank god she has a hand held, or this would've been a pain in the butt to clean up." Most of what had fallen out of the diaper was wet mush, so it washed down the drain with ease. After the tub was clean she set to work on the area around, from the tub it looked like it was going to be a real issue, but a few paper towels, and a baby wipe or two later, it looked like it did before her fantasy. "Finally, its got to be close to dawn by now." She stepped out into the hallway, heading back towards the living room, grabbed her panties and slipped them on, and snagged up her back pack. She ran into the kitchen and grabbed up a few plastic bags, and made her way back to the bath. She put the filthy pull up in the bag, and took a long look at her shirt. The tail of it was covered with poop from falling on her butt in the tub. "Oh well, its not gonna wash out." And she put it in the bag too. She tied it off well, and stuffed the bag into two more bags, so you couldn't see inside, and so the smell didn't waft out at all. She grabbed another shirt from her back pack and put it on, and put her pants from the living room back on. When she had all the evidence cleaned up from her little adventure she took the bag with her messy shirt and butt pillow to the garbage outside, and stuffed it at the very bottom of the fullest can. "Still not light outside, might get a decent sleep after all." She walked back in and looked at the clock, and saw it was only three. "Thank you very much," she said with a smile on her face. She laid out on the couch, and fell into a deep sleep without a single thought. Chapter 4. There is Always a Butt Tyler's cookie crumbs bounced off her face, tickling her cheeks and nose. She brushed them off, and with a yawn, awoke to a new day. Looking down at him from her spot on the couch, "Good morning pookie, how was your night?" "Good, Danks!" He responded, dropping cookies from both his hands and his mouth. "Glad to hear it, you 'sposed to have cookies for breakfast?" "Dis is lunch!" "Well what did you have for breakfast?" "Tookies" "Ha, well I guess I can't blame you, I'd eat them for both too if I had them available." Tyler handed what was left of the crumbling cookies to her, "Here!" "Thanks, so much, I don't know what I would do without you looking out for my health." She said as she rolled her eyes. After her eyes made a full rotation, she glanced at the clock on the wall. "Only eight huh? Not much for sleeping eh Tyler?" "Nope! I got toys." "Well least you're in high spirits," She grabbed him up and checked his diaper, fully soaked, "and a wet diaper. Lets get you changed and cleaned up. I don't know when your mom is gonna be here, and I'd like you to look like I've been taking care of at least the outside of you, if I can't give you something good to eat." Tyler in her arms, she carried him to his bedroom and laid him out on the changing pad she had left there the night before. A new diaper in her hand she pulled the tabs on his old one and lifted his butt up. Cleaned him down with a wipe, and laid him back on a new one. "There, feel a little better?" "Yep!" "Awesome," she heard her cell phone ringing from her back pack, and went to get it, leaving Tyler on the pad to do as he pleased. She glanced at the name and saw it was Mrs. Needle. "Hey Mrs. N, how was your night?" "Too good, I suspect, don't want to leave. Haha. How is Tyler doing?" "Fantastic, didn't have a single problem, short of crying himself to sleep. But even that he handled pretty well." She said laughing a bit herself. "Glad to hear it, I'll be home in about an hour if thats not a problem?" "Not at all, everything is clean and ready for you when you get here." "Thanks so much again Rachel, see you soon. Bye." "Bye." Rachel closed the phone, and went back to the room with Tyler, who had gotten busy digging through his toy chest picking out all the action figures he could find. "Your mommy is on her way buddy, you want to grab a bath before she gets here?" "No bath. Wanna play?" Laughing she said, "Um, no, but nice subject change. Wasn't really a question Tyler, lets get you clean." And she grabbed him up from behind. They walked down the hall to the bathroom. She laid a towel on the toliet and pulled off his diaper, throwing it in the bin below the sink. She turned on the water, remembering this time how cold it would be to start, and plugged the drain. "You like bubbles?" "Yes Yes! Can I have spidersmans?" Smiling she said, "Yes, but be quick or all the bubbles will pop before you and him get back." And he ran back to his room. She sat next to the tub thinking back to last night, and how amazing this little room had been to her. "I really hope she asks me to do something like this again, I can't believe how amazing it was. No way I'd ever be able to get away with something like that at my house. I wouldn't even get the diaper on good before my mom busted in to see if I was doing something I shouldn't be. Haha, which I guess she'd be right about." Tyler came back holding Spiderman in both hands in front of him like he was flying. "Alright buddy, hop in, you and the spider." Tyler threw Spiderman in the tub, and Rachel lifted him in right behind him. Soon as he touched the water he dunked his head underneathe to find the web slinger so he wouldn't be alone above the water. Rachel got him cleaned up, unfortuntely the 'no tears' shampoo was out, so she had to make do with some Herbal Essences, which of course, caused some tears. After he was squeeky, she dried him off and made back for Tyler's bed room. On the way, she heard the front door open. "And thats your mommy, right in time. We're back here Mrs. N!" She yelled down the hall. Rachel laid him back down on the pad and threw a fresh diaper on him, and a shirt from his dresser, and went to go see Janice. "There's my sweet boy!" Janice said lifting him out of Rachel's arms. "Wow, i've never seen him so happy after a babysitter before." "Like I said, I've seen all kinds. He really was no trouble at all, I kind of enjoyed the entire night." Rachel said smiling, thinking of way more than just watching Tyler all night. "Well I can't thank you enough for everything you did, and on such short notice, the house looks as good as when I left it, and Tyler seems happier." Janice said with a smile on her face. "But I wanted to ask, do you think you could come back later tonight? Only if you're free I mean, I don't want to wreck any plans you might have." "Oh no mam, you wouldn't be wrecking anything. As a matter of fact, it sure would beat anything that I would have planned anyway." The smile on her face surely showed how happy she was about the idea.