Story #143: Bullying the Babysitter

Story #143: Bullying the Babysitter (Content tags: Humiliation, bullying, messy pull-ups, messy diapers, role reversal, slice-of-life) "The babysitter? I think he's going potty right now. Uh-huh? Okay, I'll tell him! I love you too, mommy!" **Fffrrrrtttbraaap! Blaaaarrrt!** The little tyke might not have been telling the full truth, but he wasn't really fibbing either. His babysitter *was* going potty, just not *on* the potty, as his new potty was around his waist, and the devious little boy had been adamant about making him use it as such. "You look cute in *my* diapers." The younger kid chirped, standing on a chair beside the highchair where his babysitter had been trapped. "Sounds like you're dookin' them up pretty bad too. Sounds real icky in there." Oh, how things had so quickly gone south for the evening. What had started as a routine babysitting gig had become a complete reversal, which had been a humbling chain of events that'd led things up to the point where the supposed 'babysitter' was strapped into a highchair. He sat there in one of the kid's huge nighttime diapers, with a baby bib around his neck, a pacifier strapped to his mouth, and a stomach full of stewed prunes, high-fiber oatmeal, and a bowel-obliterating cocktail of drugs from the bathroom medicine cabinet. He couldn't stop himself from farting repeatedly, and that was about to become much less a gas and much more a semi-solid. It was only a matter of toots. "Mommy said that she's not gonna be back until tomorrow night. She already called *your* mommy to make sure that's okay. Guess our playdate is gonna be a lot longer than you thought, huh?" Caiden whimpered from behind the pacifier, his cheeks bright like tomatoes, and beads of sweat openly forming on his forehead. This nightmare wasn't going to end any time soon. The revelation made his resolve falter; as hope fled, so did his bowels, and a squishy mass made its egress into the confines of the borrowed Pamper. He'd become a babysitter to feel big, to feel like he was in control, and things had inevitably fallen apart. Because he wasn't big, and he really wasn't in control; not this time. It'd started hours ago. He hadn't walked into this house with the foresight that he'd end up in such a precariously poopy predicament; no, he'd come in with the idea that it'd be like any of the other jobs he'd worked. Changing diapers wasn't anything new, and from what the listing had said, it sounded like that was the only real negative. The pay had sounded great, and while reading that it was a Kindergartner who needed his diapers changed was strange, Caiden had just figured it was a special needs kid. The age hadn't even been much of a consideration for the main thing that Caiden was always concerned about, which was *size*. To say Caiden was undersized for his age would be an understatement all its own. He was turning twelve soon, but had the height and weight of a particularly puny third grader. It'd been a sore spot for him, and it'd been an issue of weakness for him all throughout his young life. Disrespected and pushed around by his peers, Caiden's heart had been long embittered and his confidence shattered. Which is why he'd become a babysitter. Being put in charge of children that were smaller and weaker than him had done a lot to boost his confidence. It gave him a taste of what power was, and it made him drunk on the delusion that his power was unassailable. What ankle-biter could knock him off his throne? That would be Duncan. Duncan was the boy he'd been hired to watch for the evening: five years old, still in diapers, and sweet as an angel (according to his mom). Something else, that Caiden hadn't realized until he got there, was that Duncan was large for his age. It wasn't by some tremendous measure, but it was enough that Caiden's height advantage didn't feel substantial enough and Duncan also appeared to be more 'sturdy'. Caiden's physique was as feathery as his hair, while Duncan had some pudge on his tummy. Even with Caiden being taller, it was less obvious whether or not he was also heavier than this Kindergarten brat. Duncan also wasn't the slow-witted late-bloomer that Caiden had expected him to be; if anything, he was very clever. The little boy hadn't been all that impressed by his babysitter, but he'd put on a big smile for his mommy and he had promised to be 'good' for the sitter. The kid certainly knew how to act in front of adults, but it would turn out to be a facade; at his core, Duncan was a little demon, and he already had little respect for the one who was supposed to be watching him. The mother had shown Caiden around before she left, and it'd made more questions dance in his head with each room he was introduced to. There was still a lot of babyish looking stuff in the house, like the highchair or a bouncer, but it wasn't as if she was asking Caiden to utilize such things for her son. When he'd pushed on the matter, she'd chuckled and informed him that she had another son, but that he was with her husband for the weekend, going to see some relatives. It made a little more sense, but not by a huge measure; the furniture was still a little bigger than what would be appropriate for a two year old. It was big enough that either him or Duncan could fit into it with little trouble, which convinced Caiden that the the younger son must also be big for his age. A soothing clarification, at least at the time, was given when the tour had gotten to the bedroom. Inside was a crib and a racecar bed, and she again mentioned that the crib was for her younger son. The real story was inside the dresser drawer, where she mentioned that the listing was somewhat inaccurate, and that some of it had been filled in by the automated options. Duncan wasn't still in diapers; the boy was at least somewhat pottytrained and instead wore Pull-Ups for the rare accident he might still have, with the actual diapers only being a thing he wore overnight. Still shocking was the revelation that those diapers were shared with his toddler brother, which was further evidence that the tot was a great deal larger than normal. An embarrassment during the tour into the bedroom had been getting a look at what his charge wore. Those Pull-Ups were really 'bedwetter pants', and they were nearly identical to the ones that Caiden himself had to pull on before he went to bed. It was the same thing he had brought in his overnight bag, since he'd be staying the night and wouldn't be relieved of his duty until the next morning. Still, on a positive note, it meant that he wouldn't be changing some dummy's diapers all night. At least that was the conclusion he had been left with. All the estimates he had in his head about how the job would go were soon to be proven faulty, and all the confidence that he'd accrued would be spent in one fell swoop. Duncan looked sweet enough when he hugged and kissed his mommy goodbye; he sounded earnest when he promised to be good for the sitter and to make it to the potty like a big boy. Caiden had genuinely believed him. "Why are you so little?" That'd been the first thing out of the bratty boy's mouth. It was a fair question, though not one that Caiden liked to get. By appearance, the babysitter only looked a few years older than the 'baby' he was supposed to sit. Caiden's underdevelopment and Duncan's early bloom in size, that made for an awkward energy. The question put Caiden on the defensive and he explained very curtly that he was nearly twelve years old and that he was more than qualified to care for someone about half his age, regardless of size. Duncan's skeptical grin made Caiden push back further, dipping into unprofessional waters: "Why aren't you all the way pottytrained? Don't you think you're too big to be wearing Pull-Ups? Those are for little babies." There'd been venom in that bite, and Duncan's smug little expression had transformed into one of ire in an instant. He snarled and curled his little fists up, "I guess I'mma baby then, *babysitter*." "First step is admitting it..." Caiden had snickered. It'd been late afternoon by that point, and Caiden suggested that the little boy go play for now. Dinner was still a couple hours off, and Caiden figured that the brat could entertain himself in the meantime. As for the babysitter, there was a couch and a remote with his name on it! He put his bag away in the guest room that was next to the 'nursery' and he plopped down to veg out. What he hadn't realized was that Duncan was a spiteful little demon. The little boy, irritated that his so-called babysitter looked like a kid not much older than him, already had cruel thoughts dancing around inside his head. The pottytraining comment had been the clencher. One way or another, he planned to give Caidem some hell. To do that, he needed to first go looking for ways to make the older boy sorry. The very first thing he'd done was to go into the bathroom and fish around the medicine cabinet for the fiber gummies. One was typically enough to keep a kid like him regular, but he decided to eat four of them. If Caiden thought he was a 'baby' for wearing Pull-Ups, then that's what the babysitter would get. Next came a little perusing through the guest room, so that he could mess with the stuff that Caiden had brought. If Caiden felt so big because of his underpants, then Duncan planned to do away with them in a way he himself deemed proper. He unzipped the bag and looked inside, where he *would* find a spare couple pairs of briefs, but he'd also find a Pull-Up that was very similar to the one that Duncan himself was wearing. Same brand, same size, just a difference of prints and designs. The hypocrisy was impossible to look past; it made Duncan laugh, but it also made his blood boil with indignation. If Pull-Ups made Duncan a baby, then shouldn't the same be said for his *babysitter*? Duncan took the bag and brought it into his own room. He didn't plan on giving it back until it was time for the older boy to leave. He took a pair of briefs out, as well as the Pull-Up, and smiled as he felt a gurgling in his bowels. Back down in the living room, Caiden had dug out the gaming console and found what he was pretty sure were the father's games. So he was playing some generic shooter, seeming content to do that instead of actively keeping an eye on his ward; he'd moved a pillow from the couch to the floor, and was laying his head upon it as he played directly in front of the television. "Those are my daddy's games. You're not supposta play those; they're for grown-ups." Came a sudden snotty chirp from the side. Duncan had come back into the living room, only now he was sporting some clothing that didn't belong to him. A lot of clothing actually, not that it properly fit his dimensions, but a proper fit was hardly the point of this. He'd put on the outfit that Caiden had packed for tomorrow, including both the Pull-Up and some underwear. "I *am* a grown-up. Compared to you, anyway." Caiden scoffed, not yet looking away from the screen. "Yeah? I guess you do dress like a big kid. I do too, though." "Big kids don't wear Pull-Ups." The younger boy got a cheeky smile. "You really think so?" "Well, duh! Big kids don't still pee or poop in their pants. That's something a *baby* does, like your little brother. I bet your classmates don't--" Caiden stopped his reply once his head had finally turned. "--Why are you wearing my clothes?" Duncan glanced down at his own stolen ensemble and then met his eyes with the cringing babysitter. "Just wanted to feel like a big boy, like you." "You stole those outta my bag, you little twerp!" "I also found out that you're *not* a big boy." Caiden didn't have to hear anything more to know what Duncan was referring to. The Pull-Up hadn't been especially hidden or anything, since he hadn't expected this kid to snoop. "I *am*--" Duncan shook his head, "--Nuh-uh!" He interrupted, "You *just* said that big boys don't wear Pull-Ups! You said that babies do. Babies that poo and pee themselves. So that must be you!" "T-that's different! Wetting the bed isn't the same thing! I don't wear them all the time like *you* do." The difference in standard was lost on the younger boy; it wasn't as if he couldn't understand it, he just didn't care. He was aware that bedwetting was something that a lot of kids his age still did, while many fewer were soiling or wetting themselves during the day. The point here wasn't to be rational though, it was to have fun with his pipsqueak babysitter! "Hm. I don't think that's true. Dunno how a big baby is supposta be a babysitter." Duncan snickered, starting to lower his shorts to reveal a pair of underoos that covered his pilfered Pull-up. "I don't think you should have these big boy undies." Caiden narrowed his eyes, "Take those off. Take all that stuff off and go put it back in my bag, or else I'll tell your mommy that you were very naughty." "If you're gonna tell her I'm naughty, then I should make sure it's worth gettin' in trouble!" The Kindergartner suddenly bent his knees and locked eyes with his babysitter, as if to assert dominance via his defiance. "What are you doing?" "Mmph! Bein..! Mmph! Naughty!" He explained between grunts, a loud fart rippling into his training pants. Caiden panicked on multiple levels. He was disgusted at both the prospect of his underoos getting possibly soiled and having to unnecessarily clean up a dirty bottom. Even if the clear padding held totally up, it still felt gross to think that his underwear was supporting a saggy, smelly sack of poop. "Stop it! Stop right now! Your mommy said that you can use the potty, so go do it!" Another juicy fart blasted wetly into the puffy backside of the trainers and Duncan looked blissful at the feeling. "Mmm.. Nah. You said I'mma baby, so I hafta poopie in my diapee. Well, I guess *your* diapee. Mommy might get mad if she finds out I pooed my own." The revelation that even the Pull-Up was stolen was just another log on the fire, and speaking of logs... A loud, foul crackling filled the air; it was the sound of all that cherry-cheeked exertion being rewarded, and Caiden was forced to actively watch as the briefs stretched out in back to accommodate the swelling of the Pull-Up from the pantload. "Oopsie-poopsie! I made a stinky!" Duncan childishly announced with a smug little grin on his face; his eyes had never stopped connecting with Caiden, all throughout the pinching of the loaf. Caiden wasn't sure how to react. He was angry and repulsed by the little stunt that his charge had displayed, but he knew he couldn't lose his cool about it, or else he might become reckless. The size difference wasn't there for him to intimidate, and this kid didn't seem afraid to be punished later by his parents. Caiden had a very small bag of tricks, and none looked suitable. "...Well, you can just sit in it until dinner." Caiden eventually growled, acting as if he didn't care and wanted to instead continue gaming. "*After* you take those clothes and put them back in my bag, you little brat." "Hm...I think I'll keep the undies. They make me feel like a big kid." Duncan kicked the shorts off his ankles though. "Then you can explain to your mommy why she has to buy me a new pair." Caiden said plainly, no longer looking at the tyke, though he could certainly start to smell him. "I will." Duncan wandered behind his babysitter with a mischievous glint in his eye. He'd definitely be telling his mommy about his 'baby babysitter' and why all those undies were ruined; he could already think of all the ways that they *would* be ruined by tomorrow evening. The first pair he'd start with would be the one he was wearing, but a second and more difficult pair was the one currently being worn by Caiden... "I'm gonna sit now, if that's okay." Duncan announced innocently. "Yeah, whatever. Enjoy having a squishy butt, poo-pants." "I will! Hope you like a squishy face." "--Wait, what?"