The Babysitter, Part 73

With Noelle right there, Miley couldn’t do too much to mess with me. Not that it mattered. Even a normal diaper change was humiliating, for countless reasons. For starters, it was my third ‘accident’ of the day. None of them were my fault, though trying to explain as much would be impossible when the quantity alone looked really bad. Then there was the fact that I was being cleaned up by the very girl who caused me to wet myself, not to mention how she was the reason Noelle was here to begin with.

“Almost done, Miley,” she said. There was nothing remotely intimate about her touch; with the wet wipe, she wasn’t technically touching me at all. Still, I couldn’t help but blush furiously as she thoroughly and a little bit roughly circled my crotch, all while I was exposed to both her and Noelle in a position that was way more revealing than being bottomless in a locker room or whatever. “Lift your bottom. Stay up until I say.”

The rebellious brat was annoyingly bossy, and had been idly smirking pretty much the entire time. Just for me, since Noelle couldn’t see the smug expression from where she was standing. Reluctantly doing as I was told, knowing full well that Miley would have said ‘ass’ in any other setting, I flexed my back muscles and raised my backside from the padding in what otherwise would have just been the beginning of a back stretch.

Instead of wiping the area she hadn’t been able to access until now, Miley glanced over her shoulder. “How am I doing, Noelle?”

“Just fine,” Noelle said, “But when you’re babysitting a toddler, you should be prepared for some more squirming. Maybe some noise.”

“Mm hmm. Want to give me some practice, Miley?” she giggled, “See if I can handle it when you throw a tantrum?”

Absolutely not. Obviously, she was teasing. If I did start kicking and intentionally making this difficult, ‘Alyssa’ probably wouldn’t be able to handle it. She was only a little bit bigger than me, and I doubted she’d manage to pin me like Noelle had proven she was capable of doing, let alone clean/diaper me while dealing with my limbs at the same time.

It was such an awkward visual. I wasn’t a child, and I wasn’t about to start flailing while bottomless when all I wanted was to be dressed again. Trying my best to keep a straight face, not wanting to show Miley that she had succeeded in planting the embarrassing mental image, I just glanced away and continued to hold still like I was supposed to be doing. It was as mature as I could be in this exceedingly immature situation.

With a tiny sigh, feigning disappointment at my lack of amusement or enthusiasm for her idea, Miley grabbed a fresh wipe and finished up the cleaning process. Rather than letting me lower myself back down, she made me stay in the new position as she removed the cloth diaper that had been used as a ‘changing pad.’ I still didn’t understand why Noelle hadn’t just grabbed a towel, unless the point was to embarrass me a little more for both wetting myself and then not speaking up about it.

“Two diapers, right?” Miley asked, going with the number I had been wearing to begin with. This time around, I could tell the younger girl was just saying it to taunt me about both the quantity and the fact that I was about to be diapered again in general.

Noelle briefly thought about it. “One is probably fine. The cloth diapers are a lot thicker than the ones she was wearing before.”

“You sure?” Miley asked, “What if she wets herself and doesn’t tell anybody all night?”

“I’m not going to wet myself!” I exclaimed, speaking up for the first time in a while. As long as I could keep my distance from Paige, Miley, and the other girls, I’d easily be able to make it to the bathroom. It wasn’t my fault they kept finding ways to orchestrate accidents whenever Noelle wasn’t looking.

“Shush, Miley,” the young redhead said, “The big girls are talking.”

Between my little outburst and Miley’s reminder that I didn’t say anything about the most recent wetting, Noelle decided to side with her. “Good point. We can stick with two.” For all her babysitting experience, she was completely oblivious to the real nature of the girl who had swapped names with me.

“Sounds good!” Miley said. She took the clean padding as Noelle handed it to her, unfolding both layers and positioning them properly underneath me. As I was finally allowed to settle back down, still blushing from both my exposure and the situation in general, Miley continued checking with the older brunette about everything.

Similar to the bulky underwear that was about to be wrapped around me, Noelle had a similar response when asked about baby powder. Normally, it was to keep the skin dry and comfortable, and to prevent a rash from forming. In this case, she said to just pile it on, ‘just in case.’ As in, to get ahead of another accident, in terms of both hiding the smell and combating the dirty moisture.

Then, after Miley had poured a generous helping of the stuff all over my crotch, Noelle supervised as she demonstrated her competence at pinning up a diaper. Either Miley already knew what she was doing, or she was a quick learner. It was difficult to say, since I highly doubted she was being truthful when talking about her babysitting aspirations.

Once the first one was nice and tight, she got started on the outer layer. Humiliating as it was to be diapered, I was also relieved that I was no longer exposed in the splayed position. As Miley pinned me into the second diaper, I realized I was going to have to be a little careful where my body’s needs were concerned. There were multiple pins on each side, and I was going to have to take off all the padding the next time I went to the bathroom.

Wait, was Noelle going to have to put the diapers on every time I relieved myself? I wasn’t sure I could do it properly myself. At the same time, I didn’t want to go through all that again, even if Noelle doing it was preferable to Miley’s involvement.

“There!” Miley announced. Picking up the supplies next to her on the floor, she stood up and placed it all by the sink. “How’d I do, Noelle?”

“Not too bad,” Noelle said, “Just remember to be careful with those pins if you’re dealing with someone more difficult. Luckily for you, Miley was behaving. For once.”

I was always a well behaved girl! Whining or complaining wouldn’t get me anywhere, so I instead focused on putting my skirt back on and getting back to my feet as well. The bathroom felt a little cramped with all three of us like that, or maybe it was just me.

“Well?” Noelle asked, meeting my eyes, “Don’t you have something to say to Alyssa?”

Oh, God. Was I supposed to thank her for diapering me?!

Apparently so. I was already on Noelle’s bad side and, as long as she was in charge of me, I didn’t want to make things worse. And honestly, it kind of paled in comparison to everything I just went through.

So, resisting the urge to glare at the bratty girl from down the street, I said, “Thank you, Alyssa . . . ”