Babysitter’s mistake (With Tracy)

[Luvschild]

When Lily was lifted in the air again by Rachel, she heard herself squeak as the air was pushed out of her stomach. She heard Rachel talk about the consequences of her actions, and thought the lady was getting ready to spank her but thankfully she didn’t. She did however carry her outside, with her plastic panties exposed for all to see. However, the whole yard was fences of she she prayed that no one could see her, dressed as she was.

Lily saw her jailer go back inside and she sighed with relief, “Now I can get out of here.”  But, after looking around, she realized she was a little too optimistic.  The whole yard was fenced in and there were no openings aside from the back door, which was no shut.  Her stomach then gurgled again, louder than before, and Lily realized her new problem.  
The formula she had just finished, apparently didn’t agree with her and she felt her bowels crying out for relief.

“No,” she said panicking and looking around again for an exit she knew wasn’t there. “This is not happening!  I am not a baby and I won’t…”  She ran over to the back door and tried to open the door, but the door knob was out of her reach. Another cramp forced her to double over, and she started pounding on the door frantically.  “No. No, no no no…” her both heard and felt the loud wet fat leave her and she started pounding harder  “No, no, no…” And that is where Rachel found her; her knees bending without her permission, the mushy mess pushing out of her and into the back of her panties causing the back of her plastic panties to balloon out.  “I…”

 

 

 

 

[Tracey]

The incessant pounding on the back door was getting on Rachel’s nerves, if the girl wasn’t so cute she would be regretting saying that she would take her for the week. Making her way to the back door she reasoned that it was her first day after all and she probably just needed to learn a new routine. Opening the door she looked down to see little Lily, knees bent and a look on her face that gave the game away, the girl had told her more than once that she wasn’t a baby and now she was doing the complete opposite. 

Bending over she pulled back the waistband of the lacey baby pants and could see the bulge in the back of the girl’s panties still expanding as she continued to empty her bowels. “Well I guess that changes everything Lily, you keep telling me you are a big girl but I don’t know any big girls who poop their panties.” 

Taking the girl by the hand Rachel lead her back out to the yard where the slide and swing set were. “I’m going to call your Mommy and see what she has to say, while I am doing that you can play out here for a bit, I suspect there is more where that came from so I will leave you to finish doing your business.” 

Still shocked by what had just happened Lily found herself lifted onto the seat of a plastic motorbike, the log in her panties smashing against her butt cheeks when she was lowered onto the seat and her legs splayed apart. With a gentle push between her shoulder blades the motorbike rolled down the garden path away from the house. “That should keep you busy for a while little one, I will be back out when I have spoken with your Mommy and know what to do with you.”

[Luvschild]

While in the midst the most embarrassing moment in her life, Lily felt the back of her plastic panties be pulled back.  If it wasn't obvious to Rachel what was happening, it was now.  Lily didn't know what had happened to cause her to poop her panties, (something she hasn't done in decades), but the only variable, Lily could work out, was the sippy cup of formula. Something in that formula must have not agreed with her, but the damage already done and Lily was in a very compromising situation.

The comment, about big girls not pooping themselves, was sadly something Lily couldn't refute, and even if she could stop crying long enough to speak, she wouldn't know what to say.

When Lily was finally done relieving herself, she hoped she would be able to go change out of her messy panties, but no such luck. She was pulled along by Rachel toward the jungle gym.  The lump of shame, inside her panties, squished against her thighs with every step she took. Lily did her best to try and keep the mess in one place, as to stop it from mushing in and making a bigger mess, but she was forced to take long deliberate steps, ultimately forcing her to waddle. 

Hearing her mother being mentioned, in relation to embarrassing predicament sobered her enough to stop her crying, and she could no longer stay silent. 

"No! You don't ne..need to call her." Lily was still choking on her tears but she had to get this out.  Sure calling her mom would most likely get her out of this horrible situation, but there is also a chance it might make things worse.  However, the alternative to not calling her mother means Lily had to remain in this lady's grasp for a whole week. "I don't know why I..." But Lily was cut off again as the woman lifted her up and placed her on the electric motorbike.  She felt the poop squish and spread as her butt came to rest on the plastic seat.  It was the worst feeling ever and she was sure it must be pushing out of her panties and into the outer plastic ones. Before Lily had a chance to say anything more, the motorbike took her away from Rachel and her chances of redemption.

[Tracey]

Leaving the girl outside in the back yard where she could not get into any mischief Rachel turned and walked back inside. The day was going pretty much how she had anticipated it would and her initial assessment of the girl’s age and maturity was in her opinion on the money. Looking over her shoulder as she closed the door of the house she could see Lily on the plastic motorbike in the back yard, gripping the handlebars like death with both feet trying to reach the ground. Being petite all she managed to achieve was to get her toes to touch the concrete of the path that ran from the back door, past the clothes line with her washing gently flapping in the late morning breeze, to the gate that led out to the bike and walking path through the trees that adjoined the rear of the street where she lived. She had got the laundry washed and hung out to dry before Lily had arrived, mostly it consisted of the crib sheets, prefold cotton toddler diapers and waterproof baby pants that she had used on her niece who had come to stayed Friday night through to late Sunday while her Mom worked a couple of on call relief shifts as a nurse at the local hospital. The way the new girl was going she mused that she would be washing laundry again over the next couple of days.

Closing the door she walked to her home office, finding the number the agency had given her for Lily’s Mom she dialled it and waited while it rang. Something was off, she could hear the ring tone on her desk phone and it also sounded like a phone was ringing in the room. Searching she quickly found the sound was coming from the locked cupboard, unlocking it she checked the front pocket of the suitcase and found a basic mobile phone. “Well that’s not going to work,” Rachel announced to the empty room before continuing, “Her Mommy must have put her phone in the front of the suitcase while getting the girl in the car that morning then forgot about it”. Locking the cupboard she turned the phone off to save its battery and put it in the top drawer of her desk. 

Through the window of her office she could see the clothesline of soft cotton toddler diapers and crib sheets flapping like flags of distress, the wind had come up and the weather was turning, it was going to rain and her laundry would be dry by now. Getting the crib sheets and diapers inside before the rain arrived and soaked them was now her priority, the girl and her poopy pants would have to wait a bit longer. 

[Luvschild]

Lily was not enjoying herself at all. No only was she super uncomfortable below the waist, for obvious reasons, but the bike was also too tall for her. Her feet dangled, unable to touch the foot pegs, and because of that, all the weight put on her very full panties. 

Lily would have noticed Rachel grabbing all the laundered clothes, but Rachel’s prediction turned out to be correct; there was more to come. She was soon very distracted by a second accident. The current explosion was brought on by the vibrations of the bike, and while she was trying to get a better grip on the bike, she felt herself lift up a bit on the seat as the mess pushed out of her. Why was this happening to her? As this thought crossed her mind, her tears continued to flow and she feared what would happen next. 

[Tracey]

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

[Luvschild]

Lily heard the storm before she saw it.  She wasn't really able to concentrate on anything aside from keeping from crashing into anything, so when the sound of thunder boomed, Lily was completely caught off guard. Shortly after that she heard Rachel call out 'Come in,' and not really anything else because another boom sounded in her ears, blocking out all other sound.  Lily didn't know if she had much control over where the bike was going, but after much fussing, she got it to end up in the general area of the back door.  The bike was no where near the veranda because even if Lily had heard Rachel's directions, she had neither the ability or size to pull that feat off.

Lily somehow managed to pull herself off of the motorized toy,but when she did she could feel her filth clinging to her bottom.  Poop had defiantly spread to her outer plastic panties, but Lily couldn't tell if they had leaked outside the plastic panties because she refused to look down. Lily waddled to the back door, hating every moment of it as she just felt wrong below the waist. She could also now smell herself, and if she didn't know it was her own mess, she would have been gagging. Lily waited at the backdoor to be let in, not knowing what the future had in store for her.

[Tracey]

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

[Luvschild]

At the sight of the highchair, Lily dug her feet in.  Not only was she not wanting any of that, but Lily had the sinking suspicion that Rachel wanted her to eat in her own filth. 
 

“Please just let me go upstairs and shower,” Lily pleaded. 

[Tracey]

Hoisting the girl off her feet and into the waiting highchair Lily wriggled in an attempt to get down. Her struggles were obvious but Rachel was having none of it. Unceremoniously Rachel lowered her latest charge into the highchair and fastened the safety harness, tugging at the straps to ensure they were correctly adjusted. “Stop wriggling Lily, we need to make sure you don’t fall out,” she admonished the girl who she still thought was a young child. Having noted that she had a good level of vocabulary the girl was perhaps a little older than her initial assessment but there was no doubt that she was still a young child, teens didn’t poop their pants and didn’t fit baby pants, playpens or highchairs.

When the large white plastic tray of the highchair was pushed on and adjusted Lily found that that there was no way she could get her hands at the safety harness keeping her a prisoner in the infantile seat. Her thoughts then turned to the feeling of a muddy log in her pants, a large proportion of her accident had now been smashed like avocado on toast… except there was no toast, just her messy bottom and the semi solid log of her final push which had cut off and fallen into the seat of her pants. It now sat between her buttocks reminding her of the embarrassing situation that she found herself in.

If her mother found out she would be in trouble. The last time she had done had been when she was a tween on summer vacation in Florida with her Mom the memory was still vivid in her mind, her Mom saying if she wanted to poop her pants like a baby then she could wear diapers like a baby. A week of wearing and using diapers for all of her needs, being seen in just a diaper on the the beach and relegated to a highchair and crib in the holiday rental apartment had convinced her that was an experience she didn’t want to relive. It had only come to an end once they were home again and her Mom no longer had the time to baby her. Now she was the edge of the same cliff, peeing over the edge into the abyss, there was no stepping back, the deed had been done, what mattered now was ensuring that what happened at Rachel’s this week stayed at Rachel’s. Another baby bottle of warm milk and a divided plate with a cut up sandwich and fruit landing on the highchair tray and the woman’s condescending comment brought her back to the present. “Eat up Lily, once you are done we can change your pants.”