Story #170: Bullying the Babysitter II

Story #170: Bullying the Babysitter II: (A sequel to Story #143: 'Bullying the Babysitter') (Content Tags: Messy Pull-Ups, forced seat-sniffing and diapered face-sitting, humiliation, domination, role reversal, ongoing story) Of all the things he might have expected to be troubled by during this job, Caiden hadn't considered for a moment that this might be on the list. At least not unless things were stretched and recontextualized: yes, he had expected that he might smell a dirty diaper, since his charge was allegedly still wearing them, but that shouldn't count for *how* he was made to smell it. A few minutes prior, while he had been happily gaming on this family's console, he'd been irritated by Duncan's obnoxious display. Wearing Caiden's clothes, especially his underwear, while making snife remarks about the Pull-Up he'd found while snooping; claiming hypocrisy for Caiden calling him a baby, when the older boy was padded too (though only at night). Then, after Caiden had pulled his ace of reporting this to the boy's mother, the tyke had pulled the ultimate power move and had taken a giant dump in his pants. Or rather, in Caiden's pants. It'd made Caiden's blood boil, but he'd done his best to remain calm and assert to both himself and his charge that he was still in control. As if to prove how uncompromised that he was, Caiden had turned away from the sight and scoffed; he wouldn't let the little brat think that such tactics could ruffle his feathers! It'd felt obvious that Duncan stuck around to stink the living room up, as if causing some odor discomfort was worth having to sit on a pile of hot poop, but the little boy had something more direct in mind. While Caiden lounged on his back on the carpet, his head propped up by a throw pillow from the couch, the little sneak had made his way over. Caiden had never seen it coming, not until it was already far too late: Duncan sat on his face with a nasty squelch. Caiden's nose had been pressed right into the core of where the fumes in the room were coming, and since warning had been so short, he hadn't been able to hold his breath. He wiggled and squirmed, forced to breathe in the fetid fumes, but he didn't have the strength to dislodge Duncan from where he sat, especially when he was in a position that gave him no leverage. The only fortunate part was that Duncan was still wearing those briefs over his loaded Pull-Up, and that he was moving his bottom around enough for his victim to get gasps of air. Less fortunate was that Caiden was getting dizzy from the poor air quality, and his fragile ego was suffering one hell of a bruise. Duncan began to hum and Caiden could hear the tune getting interrupted intermittently from the grunts of the younger boy; Duncan was still trying to get out whatever he could, just to make sure his spiteful retribution could be considered absolute. There was some success there too, as the brat suddenly grunted extra loud and unleashed a chain of rough farts that would end in a buckshot of mush. "Mmph..! Uh-oh! Din't mean to do that." He sarcastically giggled, "But you know how *dumb* babies can be. You sure you really wanna be the babysitter?" It wasn't as if Caiden could reply, but maybe Duncan didn't really want him to. This was less of a conversation and more of a one-way diatribe against the one who had 'wronged' him so. The revenge was really just a lazy justification though; Duncan was simply a little bully, and he liked to belittle those who he had the power to. A babysitter wouldn't usually be on that list. If Caiden was normal-sized, then Duncan's shenanigans would have stayed in the earlier realm of simply messing himself to make the sitter change him. Simple, yet effective. Since Caiden was so puny and pathetic though, it gave Duncan a chance to be a little more physical and direct. Ducan sat down fully one more time and gyrated the bottom of the bulging briefs around, just to make sure that Caiden was getting the picture. Afterwards, he stood back up and instead sat on Caiden's tummy, so that he could keep the boy in place. "That's kinda funny, right? The babysitter got sat on by the baby!" He giggled, though Caiden looked less amused as he struggled to get several deep breaths of clean air. "What's wrong with you!" The older boy finally shouted, his voice full of rage and shock. "You can't just do that! It's super GROSS!" Duncan didn't doubt that. If he was the one in Caiden's shoes, then he would have been just as upset, if not more. That wasn't the case here though; Duncan was currently in control of the situation, and he didn't really care that his babysitter wasn't having a good time with it. "I could do it again. You're a lot less noisy that way." The smelly boy shrugged with a devious grin. "Or you could zip it and lemme think of something else we can do." The threat wasn't lost on Caiden, and while he had a lot to say on the current situation, he obediently shut his mouth to prevent any further smelly-seated mischief coming his way. "Good! Now, you've gotten to be the babysitter and you're just not that good at it. Maybe we should switch jobs? I mean, I'm *already* in charge..." That was hard to deny from where Caiden sat. "I'm sorry I called you a baby! Get up and I won't tell your mommy or daddy about any of this..." Duncan looked thoughtful about the proposal and looked over to a nearby shelf for a moment, as if considering something carefully. "...Hmm... If I get up an' let you be the babysitter still, will you play a game with me?" "Yes, yes! I'll play whatever you want!" "Even dress-up? Or house?" Odd choices for a little boy, but Caiden was ready to promise anything to just get this stench away from him. Maybe if he played nicely, then the rest of this job could be a little smoother, and then he'd never have to take a gig for babysitting this brat ever again! "Sure! Fine! Whatever game you want, before I have to take care of dinner." It was good to throw in a little time cap on things, just in case Duncan's ideas were totally unpalatable. Duncan seemed satisfied and he stood up. "Okay! Let's go. I'll take you to where your costume will be, and then we can play!" As he slowly stood back up, Caiden wrinkled his nose. "Uh, don't you want me to...Umm...Don't you want to change first?" Duncan looked over his shoulder, as if trying to determine his answer. He was a little proud of his work, and he didn't really mind the feeling of a dirty rump; it wasn't as if he'd stopped pooping his pants a very long time ago or anything. Additionally, the way that the puffed out Pull-Up pressed against the cotton of the briefs and made an accentuated 'bulk' that signified 'pantload' so succinctly, was almost mesmerizing. More than his own feelings on the matter, he was considering how Caiden felt about it. The older boy was clearly repulsed by not only the smell or the fact that Duncan was literally waddling around with poop plastering his rear, but that the dirty Pull-Up was resting inside a pair of his briefs. The loaded garment was using the undies effectively as a diaper cover, and even if the Pull-Up never leaked, there was the idea that the stench and radiating warmth was somehow corrupting the underpants. It was psychological warfare, whether or not either boy was familiar with the concept. With all of Caiden's neuroses, he was an easy mark to be dominated mentally, just as easily as he was physically. "Hm? Not yet. Maybe before dinner." Duncan said plainly, which wasn't the answer that Caiden was hoping for. "You sure? You might get diaper rash." "I'll be okay. I don't think I'm done yet." Duncan bit his lip, "I don't think those will hold more...You're wearing *my* Pull-Ups, so I know they won't." Seeing an entrance to be cheeky, Duncan smiled and turned his head. "Really? Guess that means you poop in 'em, huh? Since you know how much poop they can hold?" That made Duncan's face get red as a tomato, "No! That's not what I meant! I-I don't do *that*. They're just for bedwetting!" Duncan giggled at the reaction, "I just proved you can use 'em for more than that! Guess they're not just for bedwetting anymore, huh?" He gave his own seat a slap. The younger boy than stopped at the bottom of the stairs and folded his arms. "Okay, *babysitter*. I'm a baby an' I need'ta go upstairs." Caiden raised an eyebrow, "Um, okay? One foot in front of the other, just like the song." Duncan shook his head, "Nuh-uh. I'm too little and it's not safe. You gotta carry me. You're a big kid, so you should be strong enough, right?" Caiden wasn't so sure. He was taller than Duncan, but their weight was probably pretty similar. Caiden also wasn't the most athletic or strong to begin with, so Duncan's above-average size proved seriously problematic. "Well...You look kind of, umm, heavy. Like, heavier than other kids your age." "If you wanna prove you can be the babysitter then you gotta do it." It didn't go over well. Picking Duncan up was the initial challenge. Caiden lowered himself and instructed the boy to wrap his hands around the back of his neck, then Caiden had no choice but to lift Duncan in such a way that his hands were supporting the warm, squishy seat that his nose had recently gotten so intimately acquainted with. "Ugh..." Caiden groaned as his fingers pressed into the bottom of the brief-covered trainers and the smell was again too close for comfort. Once he had Duncan firmly supported, Caiden had to slowly ascend the steps to the second floor. It was slow and grueling, with Caiden having to stop multiple times to catch his breath and reorient how Duncan was being carried. Duncan gave sappy words of support, but they mostly aimed to point out how feeble Caiden was for his age. When they finally got to the top of the stairs, Caiden looked about ready to collapse into a puddle of sweat and anguish. He'd been completely wiped out by the task, and he'd barely refrained from just dropping Duncan onto the ground. "Good job! I bet you'll be even faster when we gotta go back down." Duncan chirped as he let go of Caiden and got on his feet again. Caiden didn't say it, since he didn't have the wind inside him to, but he was going to put his foot down on that. He might be the babysitter, but that didn't mean he was Hercules! Once he'd taken a moment to wipe his brow, he followed Duncan into the boy's bedroom. Caiden had seen it earlier, when the boy's mother was giving him a tour, so none of it came as a shock. Duncan shared it with his absent baby brother, and the division of the age groups was stark. "So, if you're playing up this whole baby thing, does that mean you'll be getting tucked into the crib tonight?" "Don't be silly. That's takin' it a little far, don't ya think?" Caiden rolled his eyes at the audacity of the response; this little brat had just pooped himself and demanded to be carried up the stairs, and sleeping in a crib was going too far? Duncan toddled his way over to the dresser and started to dig around. "We're gonna play house, jus' like you promised. That means *you're* gonna be the baby for a bit." It would have sounded a tiny bit reasonable if Duncan had proved himself to be a reasonable actor, but Caiden had little reason to think that this would be done in any sensible manner. He'd played house before, both when he was younger and as a babysitter, and of course 'baby' had been a reoccurring role due to his size, but this felt different. Duncan pulled out a onesie with dinosaurs on it, "Here it is! I bet you can fit into my baby brother's stuff; he's really big for his age!" No kidding, the onesie looked sized for a kid around Duncan's age or a little older, not for a toddler! It was starting to make a little more sense when he thought back to how huge the boy's mother had looked. "Uhh...Okay, but just until dinner, remember? I'll just put it on over my clothes..." Duncan shook his head and suddenly dropped one of his own nighttime diapers on the ground. "That's cheating. You gotta dress up completely. That means a diapee too." Caiden saw that as a step too far and folded his arms, "No, Duncan. I'm not going to put on a *diaper* for dress-up." The younger boy frowned, "You *said* you would play any game I wanted. This is what I wanna play. Do you need help putting it on?" With a grimace, Caiden wondered what the consequences might be for failing to meet the boy's expectations. He *had* technically agreed to exactly the terms that Duncan was laying out, but he hadn't thought the tyke would expect so much of him. It'd been years since he'd been in a diaper, if the Pull-Ups he wore to bed didn't count. Duncan took a step closer and prodded the diaper with his foot, "Well? You need me to put it on ya? I bet I could wrestle you into it; things might get stinky for you again though..." It was hard to say who would win in a tussle between the pair. Duncan's earlier victory had been the result of a sneak attack while Caiden was lounging; it wasn't really comparable to an actual competition of strength and vigor. Then again, Duncan's dense frame would make him a real threat, compared to how much slimmer Caiden's weight was distributed. "I...Okay...I'll put it on, just give me some privacy." Caiden finally agreed, bending over to pick his outfit up off the floor. "Don't take too long!" Duncan chirped before he left the room. Caiden sighed and started to strip off his clothes, until he was down to just his socks and underwear. It was a minor victory, but he decided that he would at least keep his undies on underneath the diaper, so it felt more like a costume, instead of like he'd been turned into a baby by the one he was babysitting. He'd never diapered himself before, so that was the first tricky part to getting himself dressed. After a few attempts to do it standing up, he instead opted to lay on his back with the garment splayed underneath his butt. He could have done a sloppy, serviceable job to just keep it on, but he kept his instincts as a babysitter to make sure the tapes were nice and tight. Once the diaper was on, and it was causing him to have some trouble walking normally, the onesie became its own challenge. As big as Duncan's baby brother was, he was still smaller than either him or Caiden, so the onesie was very taut on him. He had to roll onto his back again and rock back with his butt in the air to get the buttons to snap, and it wasn't a comfortable fit. He was in the onesie, but it was causing some major lift against the diaper, which accentuated the garment more fully. Finally dressed, he awkwardly stood back up and went to open the door. Duncan wasn't waiting outside of it though, and Caiden didn't see him around the hall either. "...Duncan? Where did you go?" He loudly called, wondering if the brat had gotten himself distracted. " ...Downstairs!" His charge called back from the first floor, which made Caiden grumble, since apparently Duncan hadn't needed to be carried on the stairs after all. Caiden made his way carefully down the steps, struggling with the added bulk between his thighs. He had no idea what Duncan had in mind for him, or what his twisted game of house could possibly entail. He thought to himself, "I'm still the babysitter. I'm in control." But did he believe it?