Dolly
Kayla glanced down at the scrap of paper in her hand, confirming the house address that she had taken down on the phone matched the one that she had just parked her car in front. Doublechecking confirmed that she had indeed arrived at 17 Whittaker Lane. At seventeen years of age and cursed with particularly tightfisted parents, the petite feline had fallen back on the method tested by time for responsible teenage girls to earn their spending money: babysitting.
An ad in the paper had landed Kayla her first clients, the Melchates, and they in turn had recommended her services to some friends of theirs, the Levites. Now Kayla stood at their doorstep, pushing away the vague trappings of nervousness that came with meeting new people that you're to work for. She smoothed some of the wrinkles out of her pleated gray skirt and brushed her fur down as well before ringing the doorbell. Not more than a few moments later, the door was opened by a slightly frazzled looking fox in a state of half-dress who gave her an encouraging smile and welcomed her in.
"You must be Kayla," he offered, showing the teenager into a living room that showed all the trappings of a comfortably middle-class family. He adjusted his tie in the mirror saying, "You'll have to excuse us. Our reservation was bumped up by thirty minutes, so we're having to rush. Normally, I'd like to sit you down and talk everything out, but Mr. Melchate gave you such a good review that I'm sure you'll be fine. Our number's on the fridge, just in case you forget it."
"Oh, I'm sure that everything is going to be fine Mr. Levite," said Kayla. "Is Elizabeth up in her room? Is there anything extra I need to know?"
"She was feeling a little tired, so we put her down for a nap a couple of hours ago. She should be getting up soon, though. Honestly, she shouldn't give you much trouble," answered Mr. Levite. "It's getting around suppertime, so you'll probably want to prepare her something from the fridge when she wakes up. Make sure to get her a bath before bed, too -- she always tries to wriggle out of it."
"Can do," cheerfully chirruped Kayla. "I'll just go ahead and go peek into the room, then. I hope you and Mrs. Melchate have a good night out."
With that, Kayla made her way up the stairs, tail softly swaying as she did so. As she made her way to the room at the end of the hall -- decorated obviously with rainbow colours spelling out 'Liz' --, she heard the quiet slam of the front door and, a few moments later, the sound of a car pulling out of the driveway. Vaguely worried that the loud sounds had interrupted the girl's nap, Kayla gently eased the door open and peeked in.
Her suspicions were confirmed at the sight of the young girl sitting up on the bed, yawning and rubbing at her eyes with one fist. Elizabeth was a seven year-old vixen, slightly chubby and covered in soft orange and white fur with a plump face framed with straight blonde hair. Dressed in just a nightie, she finished her yawn and looked blearily up at Kayla. "Who're you?"
"I'm Kayla, your babysitter," answered the older feline, stepping fully inside the room. After a quick glance around the room -- standard model for seven year-old girl with an overabundance of pink any way which you happened to look --, she said, "How about we get you dressed in something and then I can get started on your supper?" Elizabeth nodded her agreement, still yawning, so Kayla moved over to the dresser and started to hunt around for something for Elizabeth to wear.
In relatively short order, Kayla managed to produce and dress Liz in a pink blouse along with a purple skirt. She was just threading her the younger vixen's tail through the hole in the back when her charge said, "Can we play just a little bit first, please?"
Kayla hesitated at the doorway. "Are you sure that you don't want me to get you something to eat, Liz? I'm sure that you've got to be hungry after your nap."
Elizabeth shook her head, pointing over at the elaborate doll house that occupied a full corner of the room. "I want to play dollies," she insisted in a pleading tone. Kayla hesitated a moment longer then, with a shrug of assent, started to move over. She settled down next to the smaller vixen, sitting on her rear after moving her tail out of the way and crossing her legs in front of her. "What kind of game with the dollies would you like to play then Liz?"
"You're going to be the baby dolly," said Elizabeth, speaking clearly in a no-nonsense tone of voice.
Kayla grinned, inwardly amused in the small girl's answer, and began to respond in turn when she become aware of a strange flash of numbness going through her body. A sense of vertigo posessed her momentarily and the entire room went spinning before fading to black.
When Kayla managed to open her eyes again, she immediately got the feeling of things being off -- the room, still bleary to her, seemed changed. It wasn't until she felt something heavy and warm wrap around her midsection, lifting her up into the air, that she realized exactly what was wrong -- everything was huge now!
The teenager shook her head in an attempt to clear the bleariness from the vertigo and the first thing she registered was the face of Elizabeth, the little vixen looming large in front of her with a look on her face that could only be described as a smirk. Kayla realized that she was being held in the little vixen''s hand as, just as Liz had stated, a doll would be held.
"Much better," Kayla heard Elizabeth say, the vertigo briefly coming back as she felt herself being moved through the air by the gigantic hand. A moment later, she registered herself being laid down on her back on something soft, vaguely noticing the nursery decor around her. A hot blush creeped over her body as she realized that she was in Elizabeth's doll house lying on top of the changing table, her nude teenaged body fitting there as easily as the baby dolls that it was originally made for. She immediately opened her mouth to register her shock when she felt something being gently forced into her mouth -- a pacifier, she realized a moment later. Unbidden, she felt her muzzle begin to suckle it.
"You make a better baby doll than my last babysitter," remarked the seven year-old conversationally as she went to work getting Kayla dressed, just as the babysitter had just so dressed her. Kayla could only squirm in embarassment, finding herself unable to resist as she felt a cold wet wipe brush over her naked rear, running between her legs and underneath her tail and cleaning her as surely as any other baby might be. Her embarrassment was only compounded when she felt herself lifted up and then settled back down onto something thick and crinkly -- a fresh diaper, the tiny feline realized a mooment later.
The younger vixen moved through the process like she had done it before -- with startling effeciency, the teenager was settled back onto her fresh diaper, powdered, and then suffered through the humiliation of having a disposable diaper pulled up between her legs and carefully taped shut. It was thick, humiliatingly so -- Kayla felt her legs forced apart by the thick padding and, once it was shut, Elizabeth straighted up to survey her work.
Kayla finally felt control return to her body -- it was with red cheeks that she managed to push herself into a sitting position, looking down at her nude body, clad only in her fur and the confining prison of a thick baby's disposable diaper, which stood in amusing contrast to the not-quite-fully developed curvy breasts that weren't too far above them.
With shaky fingers, she managed to reach up and pull the pacifier out of her muzzle, uttering her first protests. "W-what have you done E-elizabeth?" She was vaguely aware of the irrationality of what was happening. This couldn't be real!
The vixen didn't answer, but merely sat where she was, a smile just beginning to play around the edges of her lips.
"E-elizabeth! I a-am your babysitter! P-put me back to normal right now!"
Again, the poor teenager received no response from Kayla, though the grin did begin to widen into a smirk.
Kayla finally stood up onto the changing table, looking flustered -- Elizabeth's knowing smirk wasn't helping! "E-elizabeth, I demand that you put m-me back to n-normal right now, or I'm g-going to... going to..."
Kayla trailed off, vaguely aware that something wasn't quite right. Her gaze eventually drifted downwards in response to an unusual feeling from her middle, and it was there that she noticed that the front of the diaper was starting to sag slightly, the translucent plastic turning a faint yellow color as the realization hit her -- that unusual feeling was her wetting her diaper, the babyish garment growing hot and heavy against her body.
Meekly, face on fire, she turned her glance up to look at the seven year-old that towered over her, her face wrapped in a pleased and knowing smirk. Again the giant hands descended down and moved to pick the little teenager up, Elizabeth remarking, "That's what I thought." Kayla felt herself moved into the crook of Elizabeth's arms and, a moment later, something rubbery pushed into her muzzle which she began to suckle unbidden.
"They always protest about being big girls," mused Elizabeth, holding a bottle up to Kayla's muzzle, which soon began to reward the involuntarily suckling teenager with what Kayla immediately identified as milk while Elizabeth continued. "I don't think any of them had ever wet their diapers so fast, though. You must be the most babyish one I've ever had."
The shrunk feline could only blush in confusion as she continued to involuntarily nurse from the the bottle. Elizabeth had apparently said all she wanted to too, because she wordlessly adjusted the teenager into a more comfortabe position in her arms and started to hum to herself, apparently pleased. Kayla became vaguely aware of a dim sleepiness starting to settle over her as she sucked down her dinner. The last thing she remembered before falling asleep was being placed over Elizabeth's back and having her back patted, resulting in a childish belch before immediately succumbing to sleep.
Later -- seconds, minutes, hours? -- Kayla began to groggily return to consciousness. Eyes still closed, she sleepily reached up and rubbed at her eyes with her fists before pushing herself to a sitting position and opening her eyes.
The first thing she was immediately aware of was the feeling of soft thickness pushing her legs apart and, confused, she glanced downwards. Memories started to creep back into her mind as she surveyed the baby-thick disposable diaper hugging her middle, complete with babyish tape across the front. At least, she realized, she was clothed this time -- hiding her top was a pink t-shirt that didn't quite come all the way down to her belly button, leaving her diaper obvious to anyone that was looking. She glanced around her, face red as she more fully remembered what had happened. None of it could of been real, could it?
The teenage feline immediately noticed that she had been left in a playpen, the bottom of the infantile holding pen covered with a soft blanket. Beyond that, she wondered if she had been taken into a nursery -- near her was the changing table on which she had so recently lain and, not far from that, she noticed a crib --, but the realization soon hit her that she was in Elizabeth's dollhouse. Her already blushing cheeks went that much redder as she pushed herself to her feet, legs pushed awkwardly outwards by the thick diaper as she did so. Her hand tentatively moved downwards towards the leg hole of the diaper, one hand gripping the bar of the playpen, as the thought 'am I wet?' entered unbidden into her head.
Any investigation was curtailed by the shadow that suddenly fell over her. Blushing, Kayla looked up and over the bars of the playpen at the gigantic little vixen towering over her who said in a gently reprimanding voice, "Baby isn't supposed to play with her diapers."
A blushing Kayla immediately found her fingers moving away from her diaper of her own will, a guilty look spreading over the tiny teenager. She rocked back on her heels a bit, overbalancing and landing childishly on her padded rear, which only served as further embarrassment for her situation. Still, from somewhere inside the poor humiliated Kayla's spirit, the embers of her dignity still glowed and she forced herself to push herself back onto her feet.
"E-elizabeth," the feline began speaking, her tail tucked meekly between her legs in being only greeted with an amused look from the giant vixen, "I d-don't know what's going on, but you shouldn't b-be doing this! I am a g-grown woman, and for you... for y-you..."
Kayla was vaguely aware of another unusual feeling, similar to the one she had before. Dreading what she was about to see, she glanced down at the front of her diaper, only to be greeted with, from all appearances, a clean disposable hugging her front. She hesitated for a moment and then began to speak once more when the feeling hit again, harder this time, and Kayla began involuntarily squatting down and lifted her tail, the teenager gripping the bars as her body lowered and began to squeeze.
Realization of what was going on didn't take too long to strike Kayla, and her face grew a deep shade of crimson as, helpless to stop herself, she began to fill the seat of her diaper, the hot mess pushing it's way out of her middle to hang low in the seat of her crinkly babyish garment.
After what seemed like an eternity, Kayla awkwardly straightened up in the playpen, watched the entire time by Elizabeth who looked nothing if not amused at her little charge. She shifted as she moved in an attempt to find a position that would make as little contact as possible with the messy seat of her diaper but, to her misfortune, she found herself once again overbalancing -- with a little wail, her arms flailing, she slowly fell backwards, landing right into the mess that she had forced up. A second or two of blinking uncomprehension passed across the teenager's face before she began to wail, breaking out into tears.
"There, there, it's alright hun," said Elizabeth consolingly, picking up her feline baby doll carefully with both hands. Kayla felt her little body being laid against the vixen's shoulder, the little girl's hands rubbing soothingly against her back.
"That's just what little babies do, isn't it?" said Elizabeth and Kayla, to her surprise, found herself nodding along shyly. Her crying gently turned to sniffles as the child continued to pat her, whispering sounds of comfort before she found, to her surprise, the feel of a gigantic finger on the front of her diaper. "Especially when little Kayla knows that she loves it so much," slyly murmured Elizabeth, gently rubbing right across the front.
Kayla heard a low moan and then, to her astonishment, realized that it was her own. Elizabeth gently began to knead the crinkly exterior of the diaper at the front, causing the most intense pleasure that the teenager had ever felt. It was all she could do to bite down into the fabric of the pink blouse that she had dressed Elizabeth in to keep from moaning aloud.
This isn't supposed to be happening! thought a squirming Kayla, kicking her legs gently and mewing reflexively as Elizabeth's rubbing finger brought her to higher and heigher heights of arousal. I'm being rubbed through a dirty diaper, and it feels better than anything I've ever tried before, she realized in cringing embarrassment before finally giving herself over to the throes of pleasure, the teenager giving a muffled cry of pleasure as her body lightly spasmed on top of the seven year-old's shoulder, orgasming in pleasure.
"That's what I thought," drily remarked Elizabeth, allowing the panting seventeen year-old feline in her arms a few seconds to relax before picking her back up. Kayla was vaguely aware of her body being transferred back to the changing table. The pacifier was pushed back into her muzzle, where it was suckled with complaint. The changing passed in, more or less, a post-orgasm hangover and it wasn't until she was being picked back up, wrapped firmly in a snug new disposable, that Kayla finally began to regain her senses. Elizabeth adjusted Kayla in her arms, pressing the fresh nipple of a bottle against the teenager's lips, which she immediately began to suckle.
"I think that more or less answers any questions about exactly who is babysitting who here," said the seven year-old with a tone of finality, gently rubbing Kayla as she nursed from her bottle.
It was true, too -- Kayla made no further complaint as she was fed the rest of her bottle, placed back over Elizabeth's shoulders and burped, and then settled back into the playpen. With blushing acceptance of her fate, she began to play with the toys that Elizabeth settled into the playpen with her, stacking blocks and rings on top of each other. As afternoon drifted into evening, she suffered through another embarrassing diaper change before she finally began to feel herself getting drowsy again. To her further humiliation, she was fed one more bottle before being tucked into the crib she had noticed earlier. Her final memory was seeing the gigantic seven year-old pulling the blankets over her and pushing her pacifier back into her mouth.
Kayla was slow to wake up the next day, grunting groggily as the light from her window pushed her unwillingly into consciousness. She at up in her bed, yawning sleepily, then blinking rapidly as the memories of the night before began to filter back into her perception. She looked around frantically -- her own room. She was back in her own bed, in her own room. Still not quite sure of what was going on, she pushed the covers off of her bed, eyes going wide when she sighted the obviously soaked disposable diaper clinging to her hips.
Kayla never did quite manage to figure out what happened -- outside of the disposable, which was stashed guiltily in the bottom of her trashcan where it lingered until trash day, she had only a hazy recollection of what exactly had happened that night she had babysitted for the Melchates. She had apparently done something to please the parents -- when she had called them, stammering slightly in her attempt to probe at what exactly had happened, she had received nothing but grateful thank-yous at a job well done.
The only memory that was vivid in the feline's mind was the screaming orgasm that she had had, rubbed through, humiliatingly, a messy disposable diaper. The image stuck with her at first, but as the days started to pass, turning into weeks, it gradually grew to be forgotten except maybe at the very late hours at night when, fulfilling the needs that young teenagers, boys and girls, have, she wistfully recalled that nothing she had ever done before had felt so good. Maybe that's why, a full two months later, when called by the Malchates and asked to babysit another night, she hesitated for a couple of seconds before biting her lip and stammering a yes.
Trepidation coursed through her body as she drove over to their house. Butterflies in her stomach, she knocked at the door to be greeted by a smiling Mrs. Malchate. She nodded her head, barely listening as they said their goodbyes, wished her a pleasant night looking after Elizabeth and then drove off.
Propelled by nervous anticipation only slightly hindered by hesitation, she made her way upstairs and gently pushed the door open to Elizabeth's room. There was the little vixen, seated in the corner and playing with a couple of plushies near the dollhouse.
Stammering slightly, Kayla asked, "W-would you like to play dollies again tonight, Elizabeth?"
The answer she received as the little vixen considered the question before turning to look at her at first surprised her and then, a moment later, chilled her.
"No. I think I want to play with a puppy tonight."