Weirdest Babysitting Job Ever
WEIRDEST BABYSITTING JOB EVER
I am a babysitter who babysit's a kid in diapers. He only has to wear them after he has an accident, but I used to make him wear them all the time. He got angry at me, and this is what happened.
I was a few years older than him- he was only 8, but he got better scores on the basic skills test than most kids in my grade. Michael (that's his name) got angry with me for forcing him to wear diapers when he didn't need to.
One day, Michael left the house (still diapered, I might add) and went to his friend's house. A few days later, a box came in the mail. He rushed downstairs yelling "I got it!" then rushed the box to his room. I had to spend the week there, so I decided to watch
a movie before bed. Little did I know Michael would get his revenge that night.
I passed out on the couch and woke up feeling sick. I found I was in- you guessed it- a diaper. I instantly thought Michael was playing a prank on me and reached to take it off. I then noticed the smell.It smelled like crap. Instead of just taking it off, I went up to his mom's room and checked- I had pooped and peed in the diaper.
I was scared. I ran to the closet to find all of my underwear replaced with diapers. I got mad and stomped into Michael's room (after changing into a new diaper) and gave him an earful. He just laughed and I said "you think this is funny?" He laughed harder and said "Sure do," three times. I tried to yell at him some more and all that came out was
giberish.
I tried again but more giberish came out. Then I noticed he was laughing again. I couldn't help it. I started to cry. I had been in worse situations, but had never cried before. Michael said he had hypnotized me using some tapes while I slept. He then said "Sure do," three more times, and I stopped crying and could talk again.
He got up, showing he was in underwear again and said, "who's the baby now?" and said "you are," three times and my legs felt like jello. I instantly fell on my butt. Michael said that he could transform me into a baby at any time, or just one little bit at a time. He could make me forget how to walk, talk, or make me lose control of my bowels and bladder at any time. As if to demonstrate, I peed and pooped myself again and began to cry.
He said "sure do," three more times, then picked me up like a baby and took me back to his parent's room, laid me on the floor next to the bed, and he began to undo my diaper. I tried to stop him, but found I couldn't reach him. My arms wouldn't lift up high enough.
He didn't look uncomfortable at all. He just changed my diaper and put guard rails on the bed. He lowered one and set me inside. He turned on
Barney and left. I didn't want to watch it, but I couldn't move, so I got really bored and began watching. I found it interesting, even though I was 14.
I don't remember much after that, I must have fallen asleep. When I Woke up, Michael picked me up and brought me down to the kitchen. I found that he had built a large high chair big enough for me.
Then he grabbed a bottle and shoved it in my mouth. It was awful, but I had no choice. He then brought out a bowl of some disgusting looking green stuff and shoved some in my mouth. It tasted like pees.
After I had finished the stuff, he picked me up and burped me. I realized it was already 6 o'clock, and it looked like Michael saw it too.
He took me upstairs and drew a bath. I was really embarrassing at first, but after a while I began playing with the bubbles. It was really weird, but I couldn't help myself. I wasn't embarrassed any more. After he put me to bed, he left me with a pacifier and went to bed.
When he woke me up he said he had school today and needed someone to drive him. He repeated the code phrases and I found I could talk and walk again. He told me he needed a ride and I needed to feed myself until he got home. He also said that I could change myself, so he kept me partially hypnotized so I would still pee and poop myself.
This went on for the rest of the week, and whenever I come by he does the same thing. Luckily I have grown to love it, and have come by even after he didn't need me to. He even switched places with me before, but that's another story.
THE END
Written By: Bob
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