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

Isabella shovels sand into her bright pink bucket with a matching shovel, looking up every once in a while to see what Victoria is doing. Every time, the taller girl simply smiles and waves at her while gabbing away on her phone. It’s as though she were an actual child, and not an actual adult, that needed reminding that her sitter was still there. Every time, Isabella blushes in shame and goes back to digging. Then she remembers what she is doing and her face glows even brighter.

The silver lining is that they are alone in this section of the park. No one else can watch this apparently overgrown child attempt to build a sand castle and continuously fail. As if she doesn’t have enough reason to be frustrated. Isabella huffs as her sand simply pours out of the bucket once she overturns it. It is at least enough to distract her from whatever Victoria is doing on her phone. Her practiced smile gives nothing away, but still leaves a feeling of dread upon Isabella. Once more, she slowly lifts the bucket, hopeful that the sand will stick this time.

“Aww, having trouble little Bella?” Isabella jumps as Victoria suddenly appears next to the sandbox. Having moved abruptly, the pile of sand flops once again. She gasps in frustration. “Oh you’re such a silly girlie! Sand has to be wet for a good sand castle. But, you’re just a lil baby who wouldn’t know that, huh?”

Victoria reaches out and boops Isabella on the nose, who flinches. Victoria tilts her head, closing her eyes while laughing. “Ohhh, don’t be like that! I’m not going to hurt you! After all, I’m your babysitter for today…” Victoria opens her eyes halfway, her smile twisting into a frown, all while looking down at Isabella. Even crouched, she looms over the girl.

“I wasn’t kidding about today being my day off…the more I think about it, the more annoyed I am that I’ll essentially be taking care of a childish adult…” Victoria looks Isabella up and down, eventually breaking out into a smirk. “Where did you even get this outfit anyway? You’re small but wouldn’t think you’d find something this adorable in your size…Especially not those.”

Victoria reaches down and pokes Isabella’s thick padding, continuing to smirk. Isabella recoils, as though offended. “H-hey!” Victoria cackles in response.

“What? Are you mad that I’d point out your diapers? Newsflash girlie, you put together that outfit and diapered yourself…unless you got your mommy to do it for you. I know you don’t have a boyfriend…or girlfriend for that matter. They usually come over to a real woman, remember?” Victoria’s grin widens as Isabella fumes. She isn’t wrong, every single time Isabella started dating someone, it was only a matter of time before Victoria snatched them away. Unfortunately, even being away at college didn’t give her the chance to start dating again. She is usually far too busy between classes and work.

“Hmm. Where did you get those diapers? I’ve never seen anything that big and puffy…Do you have multiple layers on?” Victoria continued to poke away at Isabella’s padding, as though genuinely interested in the product. Isabella took the chance to gloat over something that she had an advantage on over Victoria.

“Y-yeah! If you were better at your job, you would know about Cutie Pie products. I found them when I was looking for larger diapers, on a website that only talked about diapers. They’re a premier brand meant for the biggest loads! I also put on multiple layers because it helps when you’re busy and know you can’t stop to change a diaper-” Isabella’s marketing for Cutie Pie is cut short when she feels a rubber bulb forced into her mouth. “Mmmhpphff?!?”

“Good thing you’re wearing that paci, huh? While you were giving your pitch I went ahead and looked up Cutie Pie…” Isabella glared at Victoria, who was indeed looking down at her phone. “Looks like they are indeed the premier brand of diapers…for adults.” She smirks as she turns the phone around to Isabella.

Her eyes widen as she sees images scrolling across the screen of the same product she has on under her coveralls…but also adult women wearing them. Victoria laughs. “Oh my gosh, did you not realize those are adult diapers?! Did you not check to see what kind of “enthusiast” website you were on? Pfft.”

Victoria wipes away some tears from her eyes, having laughed quite enthusiastically. Isabella is still in shock over what she had bought, but then again, what would be worse? Being able to fit into an actual diaper or the fact that she’d willingly bought these…

“Well, I guess I shouldn’t be surprised. You were always one to rush in without thinking, huh? Remember when we were in a play together and I got you into that cute little tutu by saying you were needed on stage to take over for the lead? And you changed so fast you failed to realize that nowhere in a script would a little ballerina be needed? It was Romeo and Juliet! You were so adorable in that leotard I will admit though…too bad I got to replace you as Juliet afterwards, huh?”

Isabella clenched her fists and jaw as Victoria continued to howl at her expense. She did remember that embarrassing trick. What was worse were the glittery wings Victoria had secured to her back…She spent forever struggling to get the outfit off while everyone else snickered and made fun of her.

“Aww, you look so cute when you’re trying to be mad! Especially with your little paci in your mouth,” Victoria boops the front of the pacifier this time, reminding Isabella of its presence. “Oh, you crack me up. Also, you’re not supposed to put people into multiple diapers…that’s more likely to lead to a rash. You need to change frequently. How are you even supposed to get the other diapers used? You’d have to overload or blow out the first one! Gosh, you really are hopeless as a babysitter…” Isabella continues to fume before looking down in shame. She’d really been rash about this whole plan.

*Flash*

Isabella looks up in surprise as she spots Victoria taking a picture of her. “Smile!”

Isabella pops out her pacifier and sputters out, “H-hey! Don’t take pictures of me!” She attempts to reach for the camera to no avail, while Victoria giggles as she easily holds her phone out of reach.

“Uh-uh-uh! Naughty girls don’t get screen time! Besides, you’re not really in a position to make any demands. Try and tell me what to do one more time and I will leave you here…after I call your mom and friends.”

Isabella’s eyes grow wide as Victoria holds up her phone and keys. She reaches behind her as she realizes the taller girl must have found them while rummaging around in her backpack for the leash. Isabella’s body slackens as she sits her diapered butt back down on the sand.

“Good girl!” Victoria smiles down sweetly at the blushing girl. “Now. Try that one more time though, and these pictures get posted all over your social media. You really need to put a lock on your phone.”  Isabella grows cold as she sees that Victoria is already on her social media page, indeed ready to post a photo. It was so much easier to stay logged in and not put a passkey on her home screen!

“So, now that we have that settled. I’m stuck with you, but I’m going to have some fun. And! I’m going to make you a deal.”

Isabella raised an eyebrow as she looked up at Victoria, questioningly. “Oh don’t worry it’s nothing horrible…but I need a model. And you need to cover my expenses as your babysitter!” The blonde woman stood up, reinforcing the size difference between herself and the flushed, sitting girl.

“You see…I’m planning on leaving for a better college soon now that I’ve got my core classes out of the way. So, I want to build my portfolio and website. I need to be able to advertise how competent of a babysitter I am in a new place after all,” she smirks at Isabella as she continues. “But, that means plenty of photos are needed to show off how good I am at my job, which can be hard with my usual clientele…On the other hand, you can take orders well enough!”

Isabella furrows her eyebrows in response. “N-no way! I’m not going to be your diapered mod-” Her words are cut short as Victoria leans down and stuffs the pacifier back into her mouth.

“That’s better! Now. You don’t really have a choice, Bella. I have your keys, wallet, phone…and your dignity!” She taps her phone as she says this. “Plus I’m a professional so I charge for my services, you’re already on the clock. So, you can stay here and be known as the former diapered babysitter by everyone you know…or come with me for the day and take some pictures every once in a while. Don’t worry…I won’t show your face.”

Isabella pauses as she contemplates Victoria’s “offer”. She’d certainly gotten herself into a stupid predicament…so there is no real choice there. Even with that in mind, ideas race through Isabella’s mind. Maybe…just maybe this could work to her advantage. If there was some way of showing how bad of a babysitter Victoria was…her plan could still work! Victoria wouldn’t be able to use photos of her looking bad…and Isabella would be able to find ways to reveal her horrible caretaker skills to anyone watching. Not that she wants to be seen…

She spit out her pacifier once more. “F-fine! I’ll do it. B-but I’m not paying you-”

Once again, the pacifier is pushed into her mouth, preventing her from speaking coherently. “Oh yay! Glad to make a deal, not that you have a choice. And I’m firm on my rates, no one argues. It helps when you’re the best!” Victoria giggles as she reaches down and places her hands under Isabella’s armpits. She easily lifts the smaller girl to her feet, much to the latter’s surprise.

In her shock, she easily acquiesces to Victoria grabbing her hand and pulling her over to a swingset. They stop once they reach a swing with a closed front, which almost looks like it could accommodate the shorter of the two. Isabella looks around for another swing fit for someone older before…

“Upsy daisy!” Startled, Isabella feels Victoria lift her from behind and is immediately placed into the swing. Perhaps on purpose, Victoria allows gravity to pull the girl down into the seat. She feels a sudden stop as her diapers fill up the swing seat, while her legs dangle in the air.

Victoria walks around to face Isabella from the front. “Are you ready Bella?” cheers Victoria, who is holding her phone up.

Isabella simply glares back at her, which prompts a small frown from Isabella. “Good. Even her facade cracks every once in a while.”

“Now, now Bella. The last thing you want is your mommy getting a call, telling her baby Bella is stuck in a swing…who would believe you if you said I put you in there? Especially in your little outfit and adult diapers?” She smirks as Bella’s eyes grow in surprise. “That’s right. Now, how about we have you say… ‘Auntie Vicki, please please please push me on the swing!’”

Victoria cackles as Isabella’s face reddens, her legs kicking ever so slightly. She pauses for a few seconds before sighing. “P-please…please Aunt Vicki…push me…” Every word leaves a foul taste in her mouth, alongside the rubber tinge.

“Oh good girl! But your acting leaves something to be desired…no wonder I always ended up with the lead roles.” Victoria smirks as Isabella averts her eyes. “Now…with feeling! ‘Please please pleaseeeee!’”

Isabella sighs heavily and repeats her captor's words. “P-please please pleaseeee…Auntie Victoria would you-”

“Please please please! Auntie VICKI…I like the ‘would you’ though, such a polite little girl! And the emphasis on the last please is just soooo good. Now…with a smile!”

Isabella closes her eyes and breathes in and out heavily. “Just think about how you’ll get back at Victoria…you’re not as big as her…but you can get back at her! Somehow…”

She opens her eyes and steadily attempts to smile, her mouth shaking as though actively resisting. “Please please pleaseeee, Auntie Vicki would you push me on the swing?” It took every ounce of her strength not to heave as the sugary words left her mouth. Even more so not to seethe as Victoria shook with laughter while her camera flashed. It was almost unseemly for such a beautiful woman to laugh with such mirth…

“Oh but of course baby Bella! Anything for my little charge.” Isabella stared at her rainbow shoes in shame while Victoria walked forward. “Here you go!”

Stupefied by the situation, Isabella doesn’t resist when she feels a hard push from behind.

Moving forward and backward, the jolts of the creaky swing announce her actions to anyone nearby. “Say ‘wheee’ Bella!” Victoria calls out from behind her. Isabella can faintly hear shutter noises, letting her know that the modeling is continuing.

The swinging motion becomes stronger, lifting the girl even higher with each arc. “AHH!” Isabella yelps from behind her pacifier, not liking the sensation of being so high. “Victoria, can we stop- Eeek!”

“What was that? I know my polite little Bella knows how to ask for something properly!” Victoria cackled as she pushed the girl once again.

“Urgh!” Isabella’s frustration grows as she understands what she needs to do. “Pleaseeee Auntie Vicki…can you stop pushing me?”

The swing comes to a sudden stop, giving Isabella one last jolt. Her stomach feels like it’s churning after “playing” on the rickety, old swing. She attempts to pull herself up by the chains…before realizing she can’t move. Grunting, she tries to push herself up instead…to no avail.

“Aww…are you stuck Bella?” Victoria circles back around to face Isabella, who is growing pink with frustration. She sneers down at the diapered girl, who looks up in anger.

“Yeah I’m stuck! Help m-” Isabella’s tone shifts from angry to fearful as Victoria begins to frown. She holds up a finger.

“I gave you a pass so far but know this, Bella. I don’t suffer commands from little ones old enough to understand there are consequences. I don’t spank my clients…but I’ll make an exception for a “grown-up” like yourself. That’s strike one. You should already realize I go to the gym quite a bit.”

Isabella recoiled, realizing her mistake too late. She indeed could see that Victoria is well-toned…and she picks up with ease. Thus, she changes her tone to one of deference after gulping down her pride.

“U-um, I’m sorry A-auntie Vicki…could please…help me get out?” Victoria simply stared at the girl as though waiting for something while aiming her camera at Isabella. The small girl sighed and held out her arms…as though she really were a little one.

“Aww! Of course Bella! Anything for my little sweetheart!” After a few tries, Victoria manages to lift Isabella out of the swing. Her thick diapers made the situation rather difficult.

Isabella sighs with relief, glad to be out of that situation. Being stuck in the swing felt too much like the time she actually got stuck in a high chair. She had been trying to use it to reach the switch on a ceiling fan and fell down. Unfortunately, it had been in the middle of the room so she was unable to use any leverage to get herself out without tipping herself over. Even worse had been dreading the moment when someone eventually came in and caught her…

The mortifying memory was interrupted by another shameful action. “Oh good, still dry!” Victoria’s fingers retract just as fast as they had invaded Isabella’s diapers.

“H-hey!” Victoria simply chuckled in response as Isabella covered her behind with her hands.

“Just a part of the job, as any good babysitter knows when they have a diapered client.” Isabella’s face feels like it will be permanently red if these situations keep happening. “Alright, now that I know you’re still dry…it’s time to head out!”

The taller girl grabs the hand of the smaller one and the latter is pulled towards the parking lot. Luckily, they avoid passing by the adults from before, even though Victoria calls out to them. Isabella keeps her head down, glad to be in the comfort of her car again. “Why did I ever leave it…why did I ever put this STUPID outfit on?!?”

As they continue walking, heels clicking and sneakers slapping against pavement, Isabella looks up. “H-hey! We’re passing my car!”

Victoria giggles as she looks down at her charge. “Oh silly, we’re not taking your dinged up old wagon…we’re taking my beauty!” She holds up a key fob and clicks a button.

*Beep beep*

Isabella looks over in the direction of the sound…and her jaw drops. As they walk closer, Isabella can see that Victoria indeed drove a beautiful machine. Glossy purple, the convertible shone in the parking lot, completely out of place. Much like Victoria, this was sure to draw everyone’s attention…

“I actually drive my mom’s car for most jobs but lucky for you, I recently had the perfect babysitting accessory installed!” Another beep and the convertible’s top retracts, much to Isabella’s horror. Two matching leather seats are revealed, meaning that Isabella could not hide…Even worse though, is what is laying in wait for her in the passenger’s seat.

Isabella looks up at Victoria with fear plastered on her face, while the latter beams down at her. She looks back at the horrible contraption awaiting her. It is massive. It is hot pink with silver straps. Hearts decorate the sides. The car seat would do nothing to hide Isabella as they raced towards whatever terrible fate Victoria has planned for her.