"Baby" Sitter - Part 2
I'm starting by re-uploading all the content that had to be removed from Patreon. This is part two of a two-part story playing with some classic AB/DL tropes.

Melissa moaned, back arching as she squirted into her squelching, smelly diaper for the dozenth time in an hour. 

She couldn’t stop. It felt so good, she wasn’t sure she’d want to stop even if Erica’s command wasn’t forcing her to continue. Even as her diaper had begun to leak from the constant, explosive orgasms flooding the crotch, she was only able to stop long enough to take a drink of water before slipping her hand beneath her padding again, pleasure and humiliation mingling as she touched herself in time out once again. 

Beneath the endless orgasmic haze, she was terrified. Erica was beyond powerful. She could do whatever she wanted, at least as far as Melissa could tell. If she didn’t play the perfect, obedient babysitter all weekend, there was no telling what Erica would do in retaliation. Even if Melissa was the perfect, obedient babysitter, Erica might still punish her out of pure malice. 

Downstairs, she could hear the girls giggling. Having a great party that Melissa would no doubt have to clean up after, whenever Erica let her out of time out. Laughing about the ways Melissa had humiliated herself in front of them. Listening to the baby monitor Erica had set in the guest bedroom, so they could hear every time Melissa gasped or moaned in pleasure. 

Then, there was the tweet. Melissa had posted an explicit picture of her full diaper for the whole world to see, and until she was out of time out and had her phone back, she couldn’t do a thing for damage control. She wanted desperately to delete the post, but a part of her suspected that even if she did, Erica would only make her post something even more humiliating. 

For now, though, there was nothing Melissa could do except to gasp as she explored herself, pleasure amplified by the stink and the squelch of her dribbling, lumpy, overused diaper. 

As she rode the wave of her fourteenth orgasm, she heard the door creak open behind her. 

What does Erica want now? 

Soft, almost inaudible footsteps padded up behind her, and Melissa felt the presence behind her, casting a shadow. Even then, she couldn’t stop masturbating through her diaper. 

The figure behind her squatted down, scooted to the side, and help up a phone screen with some text written on it, raised so that Melissa could see it, even with her nose planted firmly in the corner of the room.

‘Don’t make a sound. We can’t let Erica know I’m here.’

Melissa could barely process what that meant in time to catch herself before asking, ‘Huh?’. She covered by gasping instead, as her own fingers probed inside her. 

The phone pulled away, and there was a second of typing before the screen got raised again. ‘Erica’s a bitch. It’s time someone taught her a lesson, but I can’t do that on my own. I need your help.’ 

Melissa’s diaper squelched as she rocked back, feeling her mess squish against her skin. Oh god, I’m gonna-

Moaning, her eyes rolled back in her head as the message was replaced again. Downstairs, she heard a round of giggles as the party girls heard her cum again. 

As soon as she could, she focused on the next note. ‘I’ve got a plan. I’m going to give you a ring. You can only use it once, so you have to be very careful.’

Panting, Melissa nodded silently, taking a drink of water to prepare herself for the next round of pleasure. 

‘When Erica changes the world, it takes a few seconds to kick in. In those few seconds, if you concentrate on using the ring, her power will be distorted like feedback, and whatever Erica ordered will happen to her.’ 

Melissa swallowed, the water replacing the dribbling fluids that were making a puddle on the floor around her knees, staining her blue skirt dark. 

‘You’ll have to goad her into something powerful, and permanent. Something that will render her helpless. Try to go for something that will make her unable to say ‘I bet’ - if she can’t form those words exactly, she can’t use her power. Can you do that?’ 

Nodding, Melissa pressed her palms into the squelching front of her diaper. 

The figure behind her lowered their phone, reached out, and took one of Melissa’s hands, slipping a simple white band onto her ring finger. 

Whispering, so low that they almost couldn’t be heard, they said, “Good luck.” 

Melissa could only gasp in reply as she started working herself up towards another humiliating orgasm. 

…

Erica didn’t return for another forty five minutes, by which point Melissa had run out of water, and her diaper had nearly fallen apart from all the friction and use. 

“Hey there, baby,” she purred, flicking on the lights in the guest room. “We’ve all had a lot of fun listening to you show off how much you like your stinky diapers, but we’re out of snacks and someone needs to pay for the pizza when it gets here. I bet your time-out is over.” 

Melissa leaned back, hand pulling away from her diaper. She was exhausted. Even ignoring all the times she’d squirted into her diaper, she was soaked simply from sweat from the constant, unstoppable tide of pleasure. 

“Do you need a diaper change?” Erica asked, her tone snide and condescending. 

“Yes,” Melissa replied. Make her do something you can hit back with. “You… you jerk.” 

Rolling her eyes, Erica said, “I bet your diaper can hold up until after the pizza gets here.” 

Melissa turned pink, but it wasn’t like she could argue that. And, even if she used the ring, reflecting that command onto Melissa wasn’t going to do any good. 

Getting up, she said, “C-can I go get some water?” 

Erica rolled her eyes. “Sure, but then you’ll wait on the porch until the pizza guy gets here. No reason for you to stink up the living room.” 

Grateful, and then mad at herself for feeling grateful, Melissa bobbed her head and waddled towards the door. It was a miracle that her poor, abused diaper didn’t fall off her hips, but it managed to contain everything, even though it was swollen and heavy to the point where it sagged down almost to her knees. Her skirt, already insufficient at covering her diaper, was at this point barely covering the top set of sticky tapes. 

She tried to ignore the giggles as she waddled through the living room, got a cup of water from the sink, retrieved her purse, and finally stepped out onto the porch. 

Outside, there was nowhere to hide. The porch light was on, and there was no foliage, fencing, or furniture that would block line of sight from the street to where Melissa stood. She tried tugging her skirt down and her diaper up, but that didn’t accomplish anything except to remind her that hiding the state of her diaper was impossible. 

She tried pacing, but that just made her think about the way the weight hung around her hips and smooshed between her thighs, so she stopped that, watching and waiting for the pizza guy to show up. 

When he did, her heart sank. No, no, no no no-

Her old college flame walked up carrying an insulated bag, eyes wide and confused as he got close enough to look at Melissa’s face. “Um… You ordered a pi… Melissa?” 

“Brett…” Melissa mumbled, flushing bright red. “Um…” 

He stepped up on the porch, staring. “I… I’m sorry, are you-” Wrinkling his nose, he leaned back. “Ew, what the hell?” 

“Brett, I-” she started, but she had no idea what to say. It’s not like she could deny what she was wearing. “Um… how much is the pizza?” 

He stared at the bulging, sagging padding hanging between her thighs, almost missing the question. “Er… thirty bucks.” 

Burning with humiliation, she passed him two twenties from her purse, hands shaking. “I… just keep the, um…” 

“Gross,” he said, at a loss for what else he could add to the conversation. Pinching his nose, he slid the pizzas out of the bag, passed them over, and hurried away from the porch. 

Melissa watched him go, fighting back tears of embarrassment, then turned to waddle back inside with the pizza. 

It was only then that she noticed half the girls were watching the encounter from the front window. 

“Oh my god that was funny!” Erica snickered, as Melissa came back inside with the food. “You had no idea! And then when he smelled you!” 

“I…” Melissa wasn’t feeling like goading Erica at the moment, she just wanted out of her filthy diaper. “C-can I please have a change...” 

“What do you think, girls?” Erica asked. “Do you think the baby deserves a fresh diapy?” 

Scattered giggles, with whispers of, “I think she likes it too much!” and “Well I don’t want her smelling that bad around me!” 

Melissa just fumed, looking down at the floor. 

Finally, Erica said, “Well, I’m not touching that thing, and Melissa’s not a big enough girl to change her own stinky butt. I bet whoever secretly wants to change her raises their hand!” 

To Melissa’s surprise, one of the girls raised her hand, blushing pink as the other girls looked at her and broke out into laughter. 

“Nicki likes to change diapers!” one of the girls declared. 

Stepping forward, face pink, Nicki said, “Um… I guess I’ll do it.” 

Erica rolled her eyes, taking the pizzas from Melissa. “I bet changing supplies are in her diaper bag. We’re going to eat, have fun with the baby!” 

Searching in the bag, Nicki brought out a fresh diaper, wipes, and powder as the other girls left, whispering comments and shooting amused looks back at Melissa. 

“I guess lie down,” Nicki said. 

Melissa obeyed, pulling off her stained skirt. It wasn’t doing any good, anyways. 

Untaping the diaper, Nicki wrinkled her nose, recoiling at the contents, but she got to work with the wipes. 

Melissa covered her face with her hands, trying not to think about what was going on at the moment. She still had the ring, but it wasn’t like that was going to do any good if Erica kept the humiliating commands to a minimum. 

Half the container of wipes got used up before she was clean, and Nicki went overboard with the powder, dusting Melissa’s thighs until they were ghostly white. Before she taped up the diaper, though, she leaned in. “You’ve got to act tonight.”

“Wh-” Melissa started to speak. Before she could answer the question, Nicki shushed her. 

“Just trust me. Goad her into something big, as soon as we’re done here. It’s your best shot. If you make her feel like she needs to show off in front of her friends, she’ll do something big. Once we’re gone, she’ll just torture you in little ways.” She leaned up, folding the diaper into place, smiling like nothing was amiss. 

Melissa swallowed. She was going to have to do something big, and soon. 

As much as she hated to admit it, her clean diaper felt nice. She wasn’t even longing for panties anymore, just a diaper that wasn’t filthy and foul. Getting to her feet, she looked down at the skirt, frowned, and gave up on it. A shirt and a diaper would have to do, the skirt wasn’t helping anything. 

Sucking in a breath, she planned on what she had to do. 

Waddling into the kitchen, she stepped up to the pizza box, opened it, and took out a slice. 

“Hey,” Erica said, frowning. All eyes fell on her. “Did I say you could have some of the pizza?” 

“You didn’t say I couldn’t,” Melissa said. Mouthing off was terrifying, but she put on a brave face. “I’m allowed to eat, yeah?” 

It was a tiny, insignificant slight, but that was enough to make Erica mad. Erica wanted total control, and a mouthy babysitter wasn’t total control. “I bet the only thing you can eat is babyfood, smartass.” 

Melissa had the pizza halfway to her mouth, but she couldn’t bite down on it. The girls giggled. Crap. Setting it down, she said, “Oooh, real clever. Do you think it makes you special, pulling crap like that?” 

Everything fell silent, except for Erica. “What did you just say to me?” 

“I asked if it made you feel special, acting like a bitch,” Melissa replied. Oh god, oh fuck. Please let this work. I can’t-

Erica stepped up to Melissa, all eyes on her. “Okay, diaper butt. I’m going to give you one last chance to explain what the fuck you think you’re doing.” 

Melissa stared right back at her, keeping up her best poker face. “I think I’m not scared of you, bitch. I think you’re just a selfish, arrogant, smartass with a diaper fetish and a god complex who thinks she’s-” 

“I bet you shut your damned mouth,” Erica snapped. 

Though she obeyed, it wasn’t a permanent command, and Melissa opened it right away. “You complete dicktrap, you just-” 

“I BET,” Erica said, almost shouting. “That you’ll never be anything more than a thumb-sucking, diaper-filling, baby-babbling little slut who can’t help but moan in her poopy pampers, you stupid, arrogant, bitch.” 

There was never going to be another opportunity than that. Melissa focused on the ring, just like she’d been told. 

A second passed. 

Erica’s eyes went wide. She staggered back, fear entering her expression as she jammed her thumb into her mouth. “Wha… wha da’ heww?” 

Everyone in the room, except for Melissa, was staring at her as a bulge appeared below her jeans, a diaper suddenly poking out above the waist, and a foul smell began to fill the air. 

“I… I be’ dah I’m back to nowmaw!” Erica stammered over her thumb. Nothing happened. Without the hard t, it didn’t work. “I be’ I’m fi’e!” 

What everyone had failed to notice, staring at Erica as she helplessly began rubbing a hand to the outside of her jeans, was that Melissa was sucking her thumb too. 

Everyone except Nicki. 

Nicki faced Melissa, with a smirk. “I’m sorry, I didn’t really make it clear. The ring was never going to protect you.” 

Melissa’s eyes bulged with shame and anger as she filled up her diapers, struggling and failing to remove her thumb from her mouth. “Hu’?” 

“I said it would make her command effect her,” Nicki explained, smirking. “I didn’t say it wouldn’t effect you, too. Sorry, but it was the only way to make the bitch get a taste of her own medicine.” 

The girls were giggling again, but this time they had two moaning, helpless babies to gawk at. 

Nicki smirked, bending to take the ring off Melissa’s finger. Slipping it onto her own, she straightened. “Alright, girls, I’ve got to head out. I bet you’ll make sure these two crinkly sluts are taken care of, right?” 

Daddy's Home - Chapter 12
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“Hmmmmm,” Daddy said, really drawing out the thought. “I don’t know. What do you think?”

He looked over at his two shopping companions, who were both holding very still and not saying very much. 

“I know you prefer the mixed fruit and the peaches,” Daddy continued, holding up one option of baby food. “But the strained spinach is so much healthier. I’ll just let you decide - if you want the fruit, just say so, otherwise we’ll get the vegetables.” 

It was a cruel trick. The Baby couldn’t respond, not with a gag in his mouth, hidden only by a disposable facemask. The Maid couldn’t, either, for that matter - and both of them were desperately hoping that the elastic on the facemask wouldn’t fail or slip off their face, since if it did, their matching gags would be exposed, along with the dried cum Daddy has left on their lips and cheeks before coming to the store. 

“Nothing to say?” Daddy asked. “Vegetables it is.”

He put the baby food in their cart, and kept rolling along through the store as though nothing were wrong. 

The Maid and the Baby both struggled to follow, knees trembling, waddling ever so slightly. The quart of water and epsom salts that they’d been filled with before coming inside was heavy, and bursting to get out the same way it’d come in.

If they could have protested about the enemas, they would have, but by that point they’d both been gagged. 

If they could have walked slower they would have, but the collars around their necks were tight, and led by a thin, almost gossamer bit of thread that Daddy held the other end of. It’d break easily, if either of them slowed down and fell behind, but Daddy has assured them both that if either leash snapped, they’d both regret it. 

Neither of them wanted to learn what that meant. 

“What’s wrong?” Daddy asked, as they moved at a slightly-too-fast pace through the freezer section. “Are you worried about the pup? Don’t be. I left the AC on in the car, and he’s listening to his favorite tunes. He’ll be alright.” 

That wasn’t what they were both whimpering and blushing about, of course. The Baby was more worried that people would recognize his shortalls and blue T-shirt - well, his blue onesie, though nobody could see the snaps that were over his thick diaper - as the obviously juvenile clothes that they were, and the Maid was worried about the same, except that her outfit was more in the style of a 60s pinup girl, complete with stockings and heels that made it especially impractical to waddle around. 

“Oh, is it the enemas? Don’t worry, your plastic pants will make sure you don’t leak,” Daddy said, loud enough that his voice carried. 

Both of them blushed, in case someone nearby heard. Only the Baby looked around, though.

“Give it a rest,” Daddy said, smirking. “Stop worrying about who sees. Babies don’t care if anyone sees what they’re wearing, or smells what they did to their diapers - And that should include you.” 

The shopping cart was mostly full. Despite all the teasing, Daddy had moved fast through the store, mostly being efficient and going through a planned route. They’d only been there for about thirty minutes. 

For most people, that wouldn’t be long at all. For the Baby and the Maid, holding their enemas in, it was an eternity. They were holding on, though - and if checkout lines were fast, they might even be able to get to the car before losing control. 

“Let’s go check out,” Daddy said. “I don’t think the lines are very long.” 

Both of them breathed a sigh of relief. They were going to make it, and-

“Oh, but first. Both of you need to stop holding it in the next five seconds,” Daddy added. “Otherwise, you’ll get a spanking right here in the aisle.” 

They both turned bright pink, but neither disobeyed, giving up the struggle and letting the enema flood into the backs of their diapers. 

Daddy was in control the whole time. Any possibility that they might make it out of the store without humiliating themselves was just an illusion. 

It was, always, up to Daddy.