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

Isabella is frozen in place. Her mouth agape as she stares over her shoulder and up into Victoria’s face. A sweet and knowing smile spreads across the girl’s immaculate face. To make things worse, Isabella can’t help but notice all her perfect features.

Her slinky, shiny hair is so healthy and not a single strand is out of place.. She is so tall too! She dwarfs the poor girl. Has she grown since they last saw each other?! Or maybe it’s just the feeling that comes with you wearing a toddler’s outfit and your rival looks like a fashion model.

Makeup, pristine. Eyes, gorgeous. Hat, floppy and influential. Everything about the woman is in stark contrast to the small, pathetic girl she has her well-manicured hand on.

After what seems like an eternity, or ten months to be exact, Victoria breaks the silence. “Oh Bella, what am I going to do with you? Trying to spread rumors about me?” Isabella gulps, not daring to move a muscle as it is clear she has been caught in the act. How long has Victoria been standing behind her?!

Her smile and eyes turn to the adults sitting on the benches. “You’ll have to excuse my little Bella. She has such a wild imagination! You see, I wasn’t supposed to be babysitting today, but an old friend of mine called in a last minute favor. Isabella is her name.” She glances down at Isabella, while her hand grips the small girl just slightly tighter. Isabella shivers and Victoria gives her a small squeeze, almost reassuringly.

“The poor girl, Isabella, that is… confusing when her little cousin is named Bella, I know,” she winks at Isabella. “Well, the poor girl is just so bad at handling her own schedule…did you know she used to babysit around here? Well…tried to babysit would be putting it better. There were so many stories about her not being respected, trapped in high chairs…someone told me she even had to wear diapers…” Isabella sees the slightest smirk appear on Victoria’s face before melting away into her well-practiced smile.

“Isabella is just not the best at babysitting it seems…which is why I guess so she asked me to watch sweet, tiny, precious baby Bella here for the day!” Victoria now places both hands firmly on Isabella’s shoulders. “Unfortunately, it seems that Bella here was dropped off by Isabella by herself…how careless! I’m happy that she was able to find some adults before she wandered off too far!”

The adults begin making several disapproving noises. “How awful!” “Irresponsible!” “Now I remember Isabella…here I thought those rumors about her stealing diapers were made up…”

Isabella’s stomach lurches. Her plan has backfired tremendously! Victoria was able to use her misinformation campaign from so long ago again! And even worse, Isabella is now trapped by her enemy. She can feel Victoria’s tight but gentle grasp holding her, almost daring her to break it. Running away is out of the question. If she did try anything, Victoria could easily reveal who she is. Unfortunately, her reputation is once again in disrepair, but it would be so much worse to be seen as the actual Isabella instead of Bella right now.

It’s one thing to have rumors spread about you wearing diapers…but being caught in the act?! She would never live it down if her friends and family found out.

She looks up into Victoria’s blues and pleads with her own browns. They used to be mistaken for one another when they were much smaller, adding fuel to their rivalry. It’s clear that along with a wonderful dye job on her hair, Victoria has started wearing colored contacts.

Victoria simply tilts her head and continues to smile down at her. “Hmm. Which I guess…leads me to wonder why you were saying all those mean things about me, Bella?” Victoria’s beautiful smile turns into a tiny frown while she grows the smallest furrow in her brow. It has quite the effect on the adults who exhale sad noises.

“All those things you were just saying…I just got here and haven’t seen you in such a long time…” Her acting was incredible, reminding Isabella that Victoria had beat her out of the lead roles in theater as well. “You said I couldn’t do your hair properly…but I have an appointment at my favorite salon today, so you can join me! I didn’t realize you were still drinking from a bottle, but I have plenty of formula in my car. Can never be too prepared for babysitting!”

The adults nodded and made affirming noises, frustrating Isabella as they agreed with the points Victoria is making. “And I can tuck you in just fine! If you’re hanging out with me today, I have a spare bedroom I use for my sweet clients. And most importantly…” Isabella felt one hand release her shoulder before Victoria leaned down a few inches. “I would never leave one of my charges in a used diaper!”

Victoria grins as she pat the back of Isabella’s diaper, confirming any suspicions she may have about the girl’s outfit. Isabella blushes and makes a small yelping noise. Her only relief is that she’d hesitated to use her secret weapon…

“Oh good, all dry! Looks like Isabella wasn’t that bad.” Victoria’s hand left her diapered bum but instead of replacing it on her shoulder, a zipping sound could be heard followed by some rummaging. “So if I hadn’t done any of those things to you…why would you say all those mean things to these nice grown-ups…” Victoria gasped, giving Isabella a fright. “Oh no! Bella…did Isabella tell you to say those mean things about me?”

A sad tone lingers in Victoria’s voice as she continues to put on a show, much to Isabella’s dismay. It has the proper effect of chilling Isabella and eliciting gasps from the adults. “Why I never!” “What a horrible girl!” “I’m never hiring Isabella as a babysitter and I’ll tell all my friends not to as well!”

“Well…poop…” Isabella winces at the last comment. She looks up at Victoria, whose sleek, glossy hair had shifted and shielded her face from the adults but not her. She grins evilly down at the girl, before rearranging her face to a somber expression.

“Bella…am I right? Did Isabella make you say all those bad things about me? Is Isabella responsible for all those things and trying to shift the blame? Oh. Those may be too hard for you to understand. That means she’s a naughty girl and was lying.” Isabella gulped. “Tell us Bella…is Isabella a bad girl? And a bad babysitter?”

Isabella can’t keep looking at Victoria, so she stares down at her rainbow shoes. “...Yes. I’m-I mean…Isabella is a bad girl. She made me lie about you…”

Once more, disapproval wafted from the sitting adults. Isabella hears more zipping from behind her followed by a clasping and jingling sound. “Thank you for being honest Bella! Now then, I did promise to take care of you even if your older cousin is being a dishonest little meanie…but don’t worry! Even though today was my day off, I can take you along with me. There’s so much to do, like getting our hair done and getting new outfits for the party later…We’re going to have so much fun together!”

Victoria’s face and voice is laden with sweetness as she lets go of Isabella. Unfortunately, before she can even think of trying to run once more, Isabella feels a light tug on her back. Turning her head, she sees that Victoria has attached the leash nested within her bag to the handles. “Why did I even bring that along…”

Waving goodbye to the adults, who were already gushing about Victoria and making snide comments about Isabella, the pair began walking away. Isabella can feel the constant pull of the leash on her back, which is currently locked in place around her chest much like a harness. Her hands are sweaty with stress and nerves, unwilling to take a chance and reach for the key hidden in her chest pocket lest she drop it and further traps herself.

“Well…there goes my word of mouth plan. Now Victoria is definitely guaranteed every job around here…looks like I’m out of work,” Isabella’s mind races as she ponders ways to get out of this mortifying situation. Maybe if she asks nicely, Victoria will let her go… “Umm, so, Victoria…it-it’s so good to see you again! I-”

“Oh it is! I was not expecting such a lovely treat today,” Victoria seems truly elated as she keeps a firm grasp on Isabella’s leash, all while maintaining the appearance that they are willingly walking side-by-side. “It really is my day off. I don’t know what you were thinking but you’re just so lucky that I dropped by the park. You see, one of my charges left some of their toys in a sandbox yesterday. I’d just parked when I recognized your car, thinking ‘Oh my! My old sweet pal Isabella must be here!’...” Isabella’s delighted expression gave away to a sneer. It is quite a sight on such a pretty face.

Victoria’s designer heels clicked against the pavement while Isabella’s childish shoes clomped. Looking over, she can see the taller girl’s hips wiggling to and fro in her well-fitted dress while she was stuck in a waddling motion owing to her diapers.

“And even better, I walk up to see someone tiny and childish, someone so familiar, talking to some adults and then I overhear her potty mouth…” Victoria is now frowning with disapproval, as though Isabella hadn’t enough of that for the rest of her life. “And lo and behold…it’s indeed my old friend! But of course, then she says her name is Bella…and blah blah blah, here we are now.”

The pair reach the sandbox area, which is completely bare of any people. Isabella feels a firm push behind her, causing her to jolt forward. She catches her foot on the edge of the sandbox, tripping and falling into it. She squeals as ends up on her knees, turning around to see Victoria glaring down at her. “Whoops. I guess little ones can be so clumsy after all. Oh, there’s the shovel and pail! Be a dear and grab them for me while you’re down there…as you can see my outfit isn’t really meant for play today.”

Isabella glares back at Victoria…before averting her gaze owing to the girl’s powerful but silent rebuttal. She  begrudgingly snatches the objects up and reachs out to hand them to Victoria. “Hmm. No. I think we’re going to figure out what I need to do with you today. I did promise to bring little Bella with me on my day off after all…and unlike Isabella, I am a responsible adult. Not an immature, thoughtless, foolish little girl.” Isabella's face grows bright red upon hearing this, her words caught in her throat as she fails to find a counter-argument. “So let’s start off by having you play there for a bit while I make a few calls…”

Victoria turns to sit down on a bench opposite the sandbox, smirking at Isabella. It was almost as if she were daring her to try something.

Sitting in the sand, holding the childish toys, Isabella angrily scowls back at Victoria. After several moments of her face growing pink with frustration and gripping the toys tightly, as though she were a toddler about to throw a tantrum…she huffs one more time and begins digging. After all, she had already dug the grave for her babysitting gigs…

“Aww, what a good girl! There may be some hope for you yet…” Victoria mutters in a low voice before pulling out her phone, beginning to make one of many calls.