All characters depicted are 18+. This story contains the following themes: ABDL, diapers, and other kink-related content.

Isabella peeks out of her car windows for the tenth time in several minutes. Her hand is frozen while grasping the door handle. She can see and hear the distant playground, figures running back and forth while others sit on benches. Her car is parked in the most distant parking space possible. She is sweating lightly, although in her mind she chalks it up to sitting in a warm vehicle.

“Is this a dumb idea?” Isabella is second-guessing herself again. She’d been so excited about this plan, thinking it was brilliant...at the time. Now, glancing over her outfit, she wonders if maybe this is all a mistake.

“Ugh, but this is my best bet right now…no one is hiring around here and if they are, then I don’t have the right experience. Babysitting is all I really know…” Isabella sighs as she contemplates the situation. Spending her summer break away from college, she came back home to her supportive parents and hometown. While she doesn’t have to pay rent or utilities, she does need to pay for anything else out of her own pocket. It’s a fair trade-off, but…

She had been working part time in college as a nanny and babysitter but being back meant barriers to her typical means of earning cash. Namely, there were fewer families or other clients and more established sitters. One of those sitters was the same one who competed with her back in high school, Victoria. This girl dominates the babysitting business here, seemingly able to use those funds to pay her own way through college herself. Her mom even mentioned seeing her drive a fancy new car.

Isabella and Victoria had a bit of a rivalry going back a decade. Neither of them remembered what sparked this butting of heads, but they were at it from the very beginning. When Isabella gained her growth spurt first, she lorded it over Victoria’s slightly shorter head. They were both tiny at the time, so the few inches that Isabella gained seemed amazing. That is until Victoria shot past her in height with her own bout of puberty. Turns out that Isabella only went from tiny to small, while Victoria gained more than a foot of height. From then on, they competed in almost everything. Boys, sports, grades, and babysitting.

The idea currently giving her pause was something used against Isabella by Victoria back in high school. With Isabella being so short, she sometimes got questioned as to whether she could handle some kids, especially those taller than her. So, one of Victoria’s loud-mouthed charges ran around the playgrounds exclaiming that Isabella was a horribly incapable babysitter. It was an annoying tactic used by her enemy but…it worked to her dismay.

Parents started asking about several alleged incidents, ranging from being trapped in high chairs by kids to claims that she wore diapers herself. She got flustered easily, so one by one the parents would drop her as a babysitter, thinking she was embarrassed because the claims were true. They would all turn to Victoria instead, who gloated about having almost too many babysitting gigs.

Eventually high school ended, with Isabella able to continue babysitting in college. She thought she did a great job and always received glowing reviews. The market was lucrative with all the professors needing extra childcare. Now she is back in Victoria’s territory though. So, she decided to take a page out of the girl’s book and use her own word-of-mouth tactic against her.

Rallying herself, Isabella pulls on the door handle and exits the car. Her trainers hit the asphalt, their rainbow Velcro straps contrasting against the clean white of the shoes. A clear indication that she is too young to tie her own shoes.

Her legs are bare except for a single band-aid, a sign that she can walk but maybe had trouble with balance. No visible marks though, clearly her babysitter knows how to clean up cuts and bruises!

Her blue shortalls come down to her thighs, their light cotton material being a perfect choice for the warm weather. Her crotch bulges slightly, a rather embarrassing indication that her babysitter can take care of younger children. The shortalls have heart-shaped buttons, flower embroidery, bows, and a small pocket with a pacifier clipped to it. A cute outfit that was likely bought from a chic boutique!

“And it was…this whole outfit drained my last bit of savings.” Isabella hopes that the meaning gets across that the parent is well-off and a good sign that they trust this sitter. Underneath, she is wearing a short-sleeved pink shirt with a sweet flower print.

Shaking her head, Isabella can feel her black pigtails lightly brushing against her face, the pink bows and headband matching her shirt. This sitter must know how to take care of this kid’s hair! She isn’t wearing any makeup to help sell her youth, glad that she is easily mistaken for a kid at clubs…for once in her life.

She opens her rainbow backpack, small enough to hold some supplies in case her “sitter” needs to change her along with an extra pair of clothes. The bag even has a set of handles where a child leash can be secured, showing how prepared the sitter is for any potential runners. Isabella hides her car keys at the bottom of the bag along with her wallet. She fastens the bag onto her back and locks it into place with her child-proof lock, placing the key into her chest pocket. Isabella then begins to toddle over to the playground.

With each step can be heard a faint crinkle, one that coincides with her puffy butt. It’s embarrassing but Isabella is hoping this helps sell the image she wants. A small toddler who needs to be watched by someone more capable than Victoria!

It’s also Isabella’s ace in the hole for taking down Victoria’s reputation. If she needs to go that far. She really doesn’t want to take that step but will do anything to secure her position in this babysitting world. After all, who would trust a babysitter who lets their charge run around alone, especially one that needs a change!

Isabella blushes at this potential scenario but pushes onwards. Closer to the playground, she can see several kids of various ages playing on the swings, sandbox, slides, and jungle gym. Their parents or other caretakers are sitting close by, either sitting at benches or tables.

It’s time to put her plan into action…but Isabella freezes. “Do I start with talking to the kids…some of them are taller than me…what if they just ask to play? I kinda want to get this over with now…” She then looks at the parents, several of whom are watching their children but one or two of them notice the “child” by herself.

“Well, that or they see a grown adult dressed like a toddler…I guess I should go straight for the source. Otherwise, those kids might just say I wet my pants without mentioning Victoria…” Nodding to herself, Isabella walks with a slight waddle to the closest gaggle of caretakers.

As she approaches, two women turn towards her, beginning to look worried. Isabella takes a deep breath to prepare herself, but before she can begin her practiced speech…

“Oh my! Sweetheart, where are your parents? Did you get lost?” asks one of the women, clearly concerned. Isabella winces slightly, not prepared for the emotional response. “It’s ok, we can help you find them!”

“Uhm…I-I’m not lost! I’m here with my babysitter, V-Victoria! B-but she’s not so great at babysitting and-and I guess she left me here…” The two women raise their eyebrows and look at one another. “Yes! It’s working!” thinks Isabella.

“Victoria? That babysitter everyone always fights over?” One woman says to the other.

“Y-yeah! That one! She always lets me run around, doing what I want! I dressed myself this morning, no thanks to her. I even had to do my own hair! She never feeds me my bottle on time, tucks me into bed properly, or uhm-” Isabella is listing off everything she possibly can to dirty Victoria’s reputation as a babysitter. She can see the women becoming upset.

“Letting a child get lost? Oh my goodness, even one as…precocious as you? Honey, let’s get you to your parents, do you have their number? Maybe it’s in your bag? You’re too small to be by yourself!”

“Oh crap,” thinks Isabella. She wasn’t expecting the parents to be so concerned for her safety. It made so much sense…why hadn’t she brought someone along? Well, that had an obvious answer, she didn’t want anyone she knew to see her like this. “U-uhh, no I’m ok! I c-can find my way back! Uhm, you should just know that Victoria isn’t such a good babysitter. Maybe I should have my parents get me a new one! S-she doesn’t even change my diaper-”

“Oh, you shouldn’t wander off by yourself little girl! Especially if you wear diapers. Oh honey, what’s your name?” Both women appear genuinely concerned, halfway off their seats. Isabella gets the sense that they might try to hold onto her if they continue to think she’s an actual child.

“This is bad! This was such a bad plan!” She is shifting from one foot to another as she thinks, probably looking like a distraught child to the two women.

“U-uhm, my name is uhm, Bella! Uhm, I should go!” The women rise from their seats as Isabella begins to turn around. She thinks she can make a run for it. She might cause a bit of an uproar but her plan to come by herself seems to have been severely misguided.

As she back peddles, Isabella feels herself walking into something solid. Looking behind her, she realizes she’s pressed against a pair of legs. Looking up, she sees the long legs attached to a stylish woman wearing purple sundress, wedge heels, designer sunglasses, and a large floppy hat. She's dyed her hair blonde, but Isabella recognized the face smiling down at her. It was Victoria in all her glory, with one hand on her shoulder.

“Oh, there you are, IS…A...BELL…A!”