The Babysitter, Part 56

I didn’t want to squat.

That was such a weird request on Paige’s part. Well, more of a demand, or an ultimatum. If I didn’t go along with it, I would have wasted all that time and effort in her room. I didn’t love the idea of getting into such a position while my body was sending me signals that had become increasingly more difficult to ignore, but I would have to power through for another minute.

I still wasn’t convinced that talking to her was a real solution. However, I had to try. If only to cross Plan A off my list and move on to something less simple.

So, giving up the temporary height advantage I had by standing while she was seated, I bent my legs and reluctantly lowered myself until I was awkwardly squatting in front of her.

I regretted it almost immediately. Now that my cheeks were slightly spread down there simply due to the position, I was hit with a painful cramp that made all the previous ones pale in comparison. My stupid body thought it was time to use the bathroom due to how similar this was to sitting on a toilet. Actually, squatting was supposed to be the more natural way to do that, or so I had heard a while ago.

“Okay, Miley,” Paige said, seemingly oblivious to the small grimace on my face, “You wanted to talk, right? So, talk.”

Umm. Despite how I had been working towards this for the last half hour or so, I felt a lot less ready to confront Paige than I had been when I first stepped into her room. This latest development was distracting as well. Starting with the obvious, and lightly flushing at the way I had to crane my neck to look up at her, I said, “It’s Alyssa. And this has gone way too far. Can we please just tell Noelle the truth? She needs to be babysitting the right girl, and Miley is literally here.”

“Do you always have to be such a stick in the mud?” she sighed, “This is fun. Just relax, sis. Trust me, Miley is more than capable of surviving on her own for the weekend.”

“Fun for YOU. I’m-” I cut myself off. No way in hell was I about to blurt out that I was wearing pull-ups. Not to mention the fact that I had wet myself twice at this point, neither instances of which were actually my fault. “I’m serious, Paige. This isn’t funny.” It never was.

Paige smirked. “It’s hilarious. My bratty sister getting a bare ass spanking in front of me, and wearing diapers? I don’t see a reason why I should tell Noelle anything. Besides, I don’t want to get in trouble. It’s probably best for everyone if you’re ‘Miley’ for the rest of the weekend.”

She didn’t want to get in trouble?! With whom? Our parents were gone for the summer, and it wasn’t as if Noelle could punish her. She was only hired and given permission to do such things to the real Miley. Making me go through all of this just to avoid a slap on the wrist by Noelle and/or Miley’s parents was beyond selfish. “Paige, no. I’m not-” This time, it wasn’t my decision to cut myself off. An intense cramp made my whole body tense up for a moment, which was followed by another urgent signal in the form of a rumbling in my abdomen.

“Something wrong, little sis?” Paige asked, “You don’t look so hot. And not in the usual ‘cute tween’ way.”

“I, umm . . . ” This was exactly why I had been hesitant to squat in the first place! That game in her room took so long, and I should have gone to the bathroom over thirty minutes ago. Except I hadn’t really felt it until I was already caught up in everything with Paige and her friends. Shifting my weight and aiming to stand up, I was completely caught off guard when the small movement allowed a short yet loud fart to escape my body.

The pull-ups didn’t muffle the unladylike sound very well despite the padding, and I was suddenly blushing a lot more deeply than before.

“Miley!” Though she was feigning disgust with her exclamation, my sister looked more amused than anything else. “That’s so gross. And here I was, thinking you were over the whole immature phase.”

Blush aside, I wasn’t concerned in the slightest about Paige’s opinion of me at the moment. I was way, way more worried about the fact that I was stuck. As I had just experienced, trying to get up would risk something that could not happen, under any circumstances. And yet, staying in the lowered position only made me feel more and more desperate to release the pressure that had built a lot more than I had realized until right now.

“Well, that answers that question,” Paige said. She stood up and proceeded to squat down herself, balancing herself by resting her hands on my knees. Well, not resting. She met my gaze and started pushing them outwards to deepen my squat. “I was wondering when that drink I gave you at lunch was going to kick in. Looks like the answer is ‘now,’ huh?”

Wait, what? That meant- She didn’t just know about my current problem. Paige literally orchestrated it. “Don’t!” I exclaimed with wide eyes, but the damage was already done. With my cheeks a little bit more spread, it felt that I was very quickly approaching the point of no return.

“Why not?” she smirked. Continuing the outward nudging she was giving to my thighs, she said, “How about this? Give me a real fart. It has to be better than the last one, Miley. Otherwise, I’m not going anywhere.”

It was too late to argue against what was yet another weird request, or to fully think things through. I had to figure this situation out NOW, and I couldn’t do anything when Paige was making it all worse.

So I did what she wanted, and gave a reluctant push.