Sitter Baby (Part 2) -- (Author) binkieblondeboy

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Author: binkieblondeboy
Timestamp: Aug 4, 2019 at 8:15 PM
Content: A whole two weeks had past and Jasmine's parents were set to be gone for the weekend, not due back until the following Sunday afternoon meaning she'd have to spend an entire night alone with Christine.

It was perfect!

All of the baby supplies she'd ordered had arrived which Jasmine kept stashed in her closet, eager for the day in which she'd get to impose them upon Christine. There was nothing to save her now. Jasmine had kept Christine's incriminating footage a secret as she promised. She wasn't about to let this opportunity for revenge pass her by so easy. Christine's fate was in her pocket and she was going to have as much fun with the situation as she can. Milk Christine for all she's worth.

Early Saturday morning. The sun was rising low in the clean sky, shining bright through the light morning fog that lingered about the neighborhood. The birds were chirping, traffic was moving, and Jasmine's parents had just left the house for the weekend, leaving Christine standing alone, silent by the front door with her suit case by her side. She waited and waited, not feeling the nerve to move or make a sound. It was dead quiet with the exception of the tics of a grandfather clock echoing through the house.

Suddenly, Jasmine emerged from the top of the stairs, descending slow with her arms behind her back. Christine just stood there silently, looking up to her with bitterness in her eyes.

Jasmine “Hey Christine. You ready for a weekend of fun. Oh we're going to have fun now are we.”

Christine “You are so despicable. I hate you.”

Jasmine “Oh come now. We haven't even gotten started yet. I have so much planned for us to do together.”

Christine “Do we really have to do this?”

Jasmine “Either this or you get fired.”

Christine “You know I could tell your parents about you blackmailing me and you'll get in trouble too.”

Jasmine “True. But which one of us do you think will be punished worse. You can go to jail. Oh, and what would your school think if you get caught doing drugs, or your parents.”

Christine “My parents won't care.”

Jasmine “You want to find out?”

Christine “What do you want me to do?”

Jasmine “I have all your wardrobe laid out upstairs in my parents room.”

Christine “What do you want me to wear?”

Jasmine “You will be wearing a lovely pink dress skirt with cute shin high socks, a bib and a nice comfy diaper made right for your tush.”

Christine “Do I have to?”

Jasmine “Are you questioning me?”

Christine “Fine.”

Christine walked with heavy steps with her suit case in hand up toward the stairs.

Jasmine “Oh and put your hair in pigs tails. I've got some cute ribbons you can use.”

Christine “Alright.”

Christine walked past her, a slouch in her posture.

Jasmine “And don't forget to use plenty of powder when you're putting on the diaper.”

Christine didn't say anything else though an audible groan could be heard as she trudged on down the hall. Jasmine was overcome with joy.

. . .

In due time, Christine was ready to present herself. Jasmine was in the living room, laying out a large comforter blanket on the floor along with a collection of old toys and playing things she'd dug up including blocks, dolls, stuffed animals and coloring books.

Christine “I'm ready.”

Jasmine heard her groan from up stairs.

Jasmine “Come on honey. Let's see you.”

Christine's legs could be seen slowly coming down the stairs, donning the light pink socks Jasmine had ordered for her. Jasmine bounced up and down on her feet she was so excited. Slowly, Christine revealed herself to the world, standing at the bottom of the stairs, her shoulders drooped and her arms hanging low in dejection.

She had her hair in braided pig tails tied off with red bows. She wore the pink baby skirt that clung tight to her stomach and flowed freely about her high waist, showing off the large white diaper she had on underneath. The diaper itself conformed thin around her hips with extra padding about the thighs and buttocks, so much so that she couldn't keep her firm thighs together. Jasmine's face glowed with excitement while Christine was unmistakably unamused.

Jasmine “How cute!”

Christine “Shut up.”

Jasmine “Oh you are so adorable! Come here.”

Christine shuffled begrudgingly over to Jasmine.

Jasmine “Take this.”

Jasmine pulled out a large light blue pacifier. Christine slowly took the pacifier and, after a moment of hesitation, stuck it in her mouth, concealing her grimace.

Jasmine “Aww! How sweet. Look! I got building blocks and princess coloring books. Come.”

Christine slowly walked over to join Jasmine on the blanket on the floor.

Christine “Can I call someone real quick?”

Jasmine “No! You can't use your phone unless it's an emergency. Got it.”

Christine “Whatever.”

Jasmine “Sit!”

Christine sat down on the blanket with her head slouched over. The bulky diaper crinkled as she situated herself.

Jasmine “Here! Play!”

Jasmine handed her the bin of blocks along with a coloring book and box of crayons. Christine lazily took out some of the blocks and dropped them on the floor, setting the coloring book aside.

Jasmine “Aww, how cute. Now I'm going to go fix lunch and I'll be back to feed you later. Play safe now and don't leave this blanket. Okay?”

Jasmine smiled devilishly at Christine knowing how much it bothered her to be sitting there in pig tails and a diaper. If she thought this was to be the worst of it, she had another thing coming.

. . .

After an hour or so of playtime, Jasmine returned from the kitchen, her arms behind her back, to find Christine scribbling in the shapes of one of the coloring books listlessly.

Jasmine “Time for your afternoon feeding!”

Christine just looked at her. The pacifier was still in her mouth, but Jasmine could see by her eyes that she was livid. Jasmine motioned her forward. Christine rouse to walk over to her.

Jasmine “Uh uh. Don't walk honey, you might fall and hurt yourself.”

Christine “Are you serious?”

Jasmine “Crawl like a good baby.”

Christine sighed, getting down on her hands and knees and crawling clumsily over to Jasmine.

Jasmine “Ta-da.”

Jasmine pulled out a green semi-clear baby bottle full of milk that she'd been concealing.

Jasmine “Here let me. . .”

Jasmine took the pacifier out of Christine's mouth and pocketed it into the small kitchen apron she had on. She lead Christine into the kitchen where she sat on a chair and had Christine sit up on her knees beside her.

Jasmine “Open up.”

Christine opened her mouth slightly as Jasmine shoved the rubber nipple of the bottle in her mouth. After a while of hesitation, Christine gradually took to it, suckling on the bottle and drinking the milk. Jasmine held the bottle for sometime, allowing Christine only a few instances of relief to swallow and take a breath.

By the time she'd finished nearly half the bottle, Jasmine set it aside for the time being and got up out of her seat.

Jasmine “Now you sit up by the table while I'll get the rest of your food.”

Christine sat up in the chair and slouched over the table. Jasmine came back, sitting up on the table with a bib and jar in hand. She tied the bib gently around Christine's neck and picked up the jar with a spoon in it. It was baby food, bought special for this occasion.

Jasmine “Here. Now open wide again.”

Christine hesitated once again with a disgusted look on her face as Jasmine took a spoon full of baby food and held it up to her mouth.

Jasmine “Come on.”

Christine gave in once more, opening her mouth just so slightly and leaning forward to eat off of the spoon. After one second of tasting it, Christine jumped back in her seat.

Christine “God damn! That stuff tastes terrible.”

Jasmine “Oh now, come on. It's good enough for a baby, it's good enough for you. Come on, you have to finish it.”

Christine “No!”

Jasmine “Don't you tell me no! Do you want my parents to find out what you did!?”

Christine shook her head.

Jasmine “Now swallow and take another bite.”

Christine forced a big gulp following it with a gagged expression of repulsion. Jasmine held out another spoon full of baby food as Christine leaned forward again and took another bite, then another and another, until the jar was scraped empty. By then, Christine's face was flushed red, either from embarrassment or disgust. Either way, Jasmine was happy.

Jasmine “There we go. There we go. Now you go into the living room and watch television, nothing naughty now, and I'll be with you after I finish eating and cleaning up. Okay.”

Jasmine wiped Christine's chin, having intentionally smeared food on it while feeding her and then pinched her cheeks. . . Hard!

Christine got up out of the chair, the diaper taking its bulbous shape once again now that she was no longer sitting, and began to walk away.

Jasmine “Uh uh!”

Christine stopped in her tracks, waited, and, without looking back, got back down on her hands and knees and crawled away toward the couch, her diapered but wagging high in the air.

. . .

Jasmine ate the lunch she prepared for herself, a toasted sandwich with a side of fruit and microwaved mac and cheese, a tad burnt as she didn't have the time to pay close attention to it. She cleaned the kitchen, taking an hour longer that anticipated and started on her homework which she'd forgotten to do up till this point, being busy and all with Christine.

Christine “Jasmine.”

Jasmine turned to find Christine standing by the kitchen entrance.

Jasmine “Honey, crawl. What did I tell you?”

Christine “Come on the floor's too hard. It hurts.”

Jasmine “Alright, fine.”

Christine “I have to pee. Can I please go to the bathroom?”

Jasmine “Oh honey. You're not potty trained yet. You're going to have to let me change you.”

Christine “No way! Not happening! I'm going to the bathroom up stairs.”

Jasmine “Christine!”

Jasmine was stern. Christine turned around.

Christine “No! I'm not letting you change me. That's not appropriate for you to do.”

Jasmine “I'll send the video.”

Christine “No! Jasmine! You are not changing me! You're just a kid and that's inappropriate.”

Jasmine got out her phone as if it were a pistol.

Jasmine “I'm sending the video now.”

Christine “Fine! I'm holding it in! God damn!”

Christine stormed off in a huff as Jasmine put her phone back in its holster. . . for now.

. . .

Seconds turned to minutes and minutes to nearly an hour as Christine paced about anxiously. She squirmed about on the couch, rocked back and forth on the blanket, and danced up and down on her feet. Jasmine continued to work on her homework, occasionally checking in on Christine who was having a panic attack in the living room. After her homework, Jasmine took to putting the dishes away in the dishwasher and dusting the furniture, usually Christine's job but now that they'd switched roles Jasmine was kept busy doing more house work than had Christine been in charge, though she'd like to imagine she was doing a better job. Regardless, she was missing the precious luxury time she'd rather be spending on her phone and playing.

Christine stood off to the side of the room as Jasmine cleaned, her legs as close together as she could muster with the great thick diaper she had on.

Jasmine “You alright?”

Christine “Fine.”

Christine gritted her teeth.

Jasmine “Okay.”

Christine “Can I PLEASE use the bathroom?”

Jasmine “I've got all the baby wiped and extra diapers upstairs. Just let me know when you're ready to be changed.”

Christine “You are so disgusting. You are not allowed to change a grown woman. We can get into serious trouble doing that than anything else.”

Jasmine “We can keep it a secret. You know, none of us have to get in trouble if we just keep to our agreement.”

Christine “Jasmine it's. . .”

There was a long pause.

Jasmine looked over to Christine who squeezed her legs tight, rubbing her thighs together as her arms, hanging stiff with her fist clenched, quivered uncontrollably.

Jasmine “Are you okay?”

Christine squatted down, her legs spread, elbows on her knees and her face buried in her hands as she trembled violently. After some time of squirming her padded butt around she looked up, face blushed and mouth puckered. She then gave a loud snort like a bull before dropping her head low and lifting it back up in defeat.

Christine “Well, I hope you're happy. Now you get to change me.”

Jasmine “I'll go get the changing supply.”

. . .

Jasmine rushed up the stairs to her room. As soon as she had the door closed, she jumped up and down, pounding on the floor below in uncontainable jubilation.

Jasmine “YES! YES! YES!”

She'd practically broken Christine. There she was down stairs in a diaper she soiled, enough inside dirt to haunt Christine for the rest of her days. She got a container of baby wipes, a bottle of talcum powder and a freshly folded diaper, running back down stairs to revel in her victory.

She laid down her changing material and patted the blanket, beckoning Christine to lay before her. Christine got up and waddled over to Jasmine where she gradually lowered herself down, laying on her back with her lips puckered, arms crossed, and legs spread with her feet on the floor.

Jasmine “There we go. It's okay honey. It's okay.”

Jasmine lifted Christine's skirt up and back over her stomach, talking to her in a lovey baby voice and making Tsk sounds.

Jasmine “Let me see now. Let's see.”

Jasmine undid the blue tabs on the diaper, first one then the other, and slowly lifted up the front of the diaper which sagged ever so slightly. Jasmine peaked in the diaper and her eyes lit up just as she unfolded it onto the floor. The padding was soaked with pee and up between her legs up by her bottom sat a pile of poop.

Jasmine “Aww! Baby! Aww, did you make poo-poo in your diaper? Huh?”

Christine kept her jaw welded shut, taking deep breaths as she stared up to the ceiling with a furious glare.

Jasmine “Aww it's okay Christine. Everybody poops. It's just that some of us need bigger diapers.”

Jasmine poked at Christine's inner thigh with her finger, rubbing in the moment as much as she could.

Jasmine “Don't worry now. I'll change you. I'll change you. Shh, shh, shh.”

Jasmine had Christine lift her bottom ever so slightly off the floor as she slid the dirty diaper out from under her. She folded it up and tossed it into a plastic bag she got out from the kitchen.

Jasmine then got out a wet wipe. She made Christine lift her legs up as she wiped her hand over her poop stained behind. She wiped and wiped, cleaning off both her cheeks. Her butt was noticeably of a lighter skin tone than the rest of her.

Jasmine “Do you not tan you ass that often?”

Christine “Shut up.”

Moving around to make sure she'd cleaned her all up, Jasmine noticed a tattoo of a tiger on her upper thigh by her hip.

Jasmine “Where'd you get the tat from? A tiger! You're cool.”

Jasmine spoke sarcastically. Christine just shook her head in frustration, her eyes wet with tears.

Jasmine had Christine spread her legs again as she got clean wipe to do the front of her.

Jasmine “Do all girls get as hairy as you when they get older?”

Jasmine laughed.

Christine “Shut up! I haven't had time to shave in a while.”

Jasmine “Oh it's just a little bit of hair.”

Jasmine continued wiping Christine down.

Christine “Will you just hurry up and change me!”

Jasmine smiled. Changing a dirty diaper was a bit gross, but Jasmine could not verbalize how much she was enjoying herself. Christine, the bane of her existence, the one who'd tormented her for much of her young life, was now on the floor, exposed having pooped herself in a diaper and was dependent upon Jasmine to clean her up. She couldn't have expressed her dominance any better way.

Jasmine “There. Now lift your big butt again.”

Christine lift her hips as Jasmine unfolded the fresh new diaper and placed it softly beneath Christine's behind. Jasmine got the bottle of talcum powder and sprinkled it slightly on her butt before dumping it on all at once, a cloud of talcum covering both of them and causing Jasmine to cough. With Christine white with a coat of powder, Jasmine folded the fresh diaper up through her legs and over her pelvis. She lifted up the tabs and stretched them over her hips, gently fixing them to the front of the diaper making sure it was snug around her.

Jasmine “There, don't you feel nice and pretty now!?”

Christine rouse up.

Christine “Yeah, fine!”

Jasmine got up to put the changing supply away and wash up.

Christine “You know I can tell your parents that you forced me to let you changed me.”

Jasmine “And I'll just tell them you let me see you naked.”

Christine huffed, still sitting on the floor in her clean diaper.

. . .

As the evening drew on, Jasmine sat down and ate with Christine, both having ready made tacos along with another bottle of milk and jar of baby food for Christine. Jasmine texted on her phone as they ate.

Jasmine “Best evening ever. Got that bitch Christine where I want her.”

Lisa “How'd u do that?”

Jasmine “Blackmail. Can't get into detail, but now I get to choose what we eat and what we do.”

Lisa “Cool ”

Jasmine “Right. I've got her crapping her pants she's so scared ”

Jasmine noticed her battery was low and so left it plugged in to charge in her bedroom next to her decapitated doll.

She continued doing more chores while Christine played with her dolls. She seemed to actually be getting into it this time around, playing out little stories, changing their clothes and mumbling little voices as she played, a sign he must have been really bored having little else to do. Jasmine scrubbed the floor and went down into the basement to do her laundry, another task Christine would often do for her.

While down there, Jasmine stumbled across the pacifier that she'd tucked in the little apron she was still wearing. She examined it for a moment, its translucent plastic gleamed in the light. Curious, she rinsed it off and put it in her mouth, sucking on it a little. It wasn't exhilarating or anything special, but not bad either, relaxing even. Tired and exhausted Jasmine made her way up the stairs with a basket of clean clothes.

Jasmine “Hey Christine! Do you need changed again? Christine!”

Jasmine looked about. Christine was no where in sight.

Jasmine “Christine!”

Suspicion began to grow.

Jasmine “Christine!”

Jasmine dropped the basket and ran up stairs. She wasn't in the bathroom. Not in her parents room. She came to her room.

The door was locked. Jasmine pounded.

Jasmine “Christine!”

Jasmine took out a bobby pin and picked the lock. She barged in and spotted Christine messing with her phone.

Jasmine “Hey! Drop it!”

Christine “No!”

Jasmine rushed Christine who raised the phone high above her head where Jasmine couldn't reach. Jasmine jumped up and down like a dog.

Jasmine “Give it back! You can't even get in it. It's locked!”

Christine “I'll break it!”

Jasmine “You'll still get in trouble!”

Christine “Yeah right!”

Jasmine “Yeah!”

Jasmine gave a swift kick to Christine's shin.

Christine “OW!”

She dropped to the ground. Jasmine tackled her as the two wrestled for the phone, Jasmine pulling Christine's pig tails and Christine trying to push Jasmine off of her. They tussled for a moment and then. . .

. . .Alas!

Jasmine retrieved her phone in tack.

Jasmine “Ha!”

Christine “You little bitch.”

Jasmine “I'm tired of you picking on me! Calling me names and yelling at me! You make me miserable every time you come over here! I'm sick of it!”

Christine “Whatever.”

Jasmine “No, not whatever!”

Jasmine stomped off over to her closet. Christine just sat on the floor glaring her. When Jasmine came back she had in her hand a long wooden paddle. Christine's eyes suddenly widened.

Christine “No!”

Jasmine “Yes! Get you ass over to the bed.”

Christine “I'm not letting you spank me.”

Jasmine “Then I'll send the video.”

Christine's lip began to quiver.

Jasmine “Get over to the bed! Take your diaper off! And bend over!”

Jasmine held her phone in her hand. After a tense stare off she hit the dial key.

Jasmine “Hi, mom.”

Christine “Alright! Alright, fine!”

Christine got up on her knees and undid the tabs on her diaper, taking it off and tossing it on the bed.

Jasmine “Yeah mom, I was just wondering where the dish soap was. Thank you.”

Christine leaned over the bed, her knees on the floor, skirt pulled up and her naked butt in the air. Jasmine got into position next to her, holding the paddle in one hand. She looked at Christine's pale ass, examining where to hit as the rage within her built up to a boil.

She raised the paddle, a moment of silence, then. . .

. . .WHACK!

Christine bit her lip and clenched her fist as she jolted forward a bit.

WHACK!

Jasmine struck again. Christine's butt was firm yet it jiggled a little with each impact. Jasmine then took both hands to the paddle.

WHACK!

Christine “You're hurting me!”

Christine turned and shouted.

Jasmine “I don't care! You've been hurting me all my life!”

WHACK!

Christine's face tensed up as she gritted her teeth.

Jasmine “You're always mean to me!”

WHACK!

Christine lowered her head onto the bed.

Jasmine “You freaking abuse me and treat me like garbage!”

Jasmine put her hip into it.

WHACK!

Christine “Ah!”

Christine raised her head again as she let out a shout. Her face was red, her eyes wet. Her butt, once pale, was red as well, getting darker with each hit.

Jasmine “I've always been afraid of you! Afraid to talk to you! Afraid to see you! You scare me!”

WHACK!

Christine's butt now burned a crimson red, much darker than the rest of her tanned body.

Jasmine “I HATE you! I've always hated you!”

WHACK!

Christine jolted forward again, her hands clinging to the bed sheets as she could be heard whimpering.

Jasmine “I HATE the way you talk to me!”

WHACK!

WHACK!

Jasmine “I HATE the way you ignore me!”

WHACK!

WHACK!

Jasmine “I HATE the way you bully me!”

WHACK!

WHACK!

Jasmine “You're a terrible person Christine and I HATE you! Everyone does! I HATE YOU! I HATE YOU! I HATE YOU!”

WHACK!

WHACK!

WHACK!

Jasmine temporary lost her balance, stepping back a bit with tears in her eyes. The muffled crying of Christine could be heard as she buried her face into the bed sheet. Her butt was now a dark violet.

Jasmine took a moment to calm down and collect herself.

Jasmine “Okay. Get on the floor and let me put your diaper back on.”

Christine remained sobbing with her head buried.

Jasmine “Get onto the floor so I can diaper you!”

Jasmine dropped the paddle and pulled Christine by the arm, getting her up off the bed and sitting on the floor. She seemed frail. Limp even. She covered her face still with her hands as she cried out loud.

Jasmine “Come on. Get onto the floor. Jeez, Christine.”

Jasmine helped her back as Christine laid on the floor still sobbing aloud. Jasmine got the diaper, still clean, and pulled it through and underneath Christine's legs. As she diapered her, Jasmine noticed the marks on her butt had developed to either a dark purple or greenish hue. She lifted the diaper up and over her pelvis and fastened it comfortably around her waist. She sat back as Christine kept wailing louder and louder.

She'd wanted to hurt Christine, break her even, but she could not stand her crying.

Jasmine “Christine. Christine! It's okay. Hey.”

Jasmine leaned over her and moved her hands away from her face. Her mouth was puckered, her nose running and her cheeks smeared with tears.

Jasmine “Hey, it's okay. It's okay. Christine, come here. Come on. Come with me.”

Jasmine held her by the hand and slowly got her up and lead her over to the comfy chair in the corner. Jasmine sat down in the chair and drew Christine's head into her chest as she knelt down in front of her and continued to whine and sob.

Jasmine “There there. Shh shh. It's okay. I didn't mean to hurt you so bad. It's just that, you've made me so miserable my whole life I just wanted to get back at you so bad.”

Jasmine could feel herself crying as well.

Jasmine “I'm sorry Christine. I don't hate all that bad. You've just frustrated me so much.”

Jasmine petted and soothed her head, kissing it as Christine continued to cry in her arms. It was strange. With all the excitement and joy Jasmine felt in humiliating and punishing Christine, none of it quite matched the sensation she felt in comforting Christine in that very moment, holding her, loving her as Christine sought security in her small arms.

Jasmine “Christine, why were you smoking and drinking that one night?”

Christine “I've always been smoking. But I've just been doing it more to try and deal with stress.”

Jasmine could barely make her out through the sobbing.

Jasmine “What kind of stress?”

Christine wiped her eyes on Jasmine's shirt, though she honestly didn't mind.

Christine “All stress. Stress with school. Stress at home. Stress with everything.”

Jasmine “Well what's wrong with home ans school?”

Christine “Just. . . my parents want me to keep going into medicine. Even though I hate it and want to drop it, but of course they'll threaten to stop co-signing on college loans, then I can't do anything.”

Jasmine “Well what do you want to do?”

Christine wrapped her arms tight around Jasmine and curled up close to her.

Christine “I don't know. I wanted to be in medicine at first like my parents wanted. But I couldn't keep up with any of the class work. The teachers were never of any help. My classmates are all bullies. I just want to get out.”

Jasmine “Can't you talk to your parents?”

Christine “I tried. But they just yell at me and criticize me for not meeting my own expectations. They think I'm just a worthless louse. I get so mad with them. Of course my ex friends are the ones that really got me into drugs and shit. Like they were of any help.”

There was moment of great silence between them. Christine finally began to collect herself.

Jasmine “I'm sorry you feel bad about how your life's going. But I think you're just hurting yourself more than anyone else is with your excessive drinking and all. Have you tried professional help?”

Christine “Like I can afford that with all I make.”

Jasmine “Well, if your parents won't put you through school and you really can't keep up with or like the work then maybe it's just not for you. I've got several cousins that have gone to trade schools or worked their own way through school.”

Christine “I've thought about that. I just need a job outside of babysitting.”

Jasmine “I'm sure you can find something.”

Christine “Yeah until my parents kick me out for dropping school.”

Jasmine “I'm sure you can find a place to stay in the meantime. If that happens we can ask my parents. They like you. And they're always needing you to sit. I'm sure they'll consider.”

Christine “Yeah like they want another mouth to feed. Would you ever be okay with me staying here with you?”

Jasmine thought for a moment, yet the answer felt clear all this time.

Jasmine “Yes. I mean, I've always had my problems with you, but if we could start, you know, being nice to each other like we are now that would be pretty nice.”

Christine looked up, teary eyed toward Jasmine. A small smile gradually came to her face. She wouldn't have imagined it before, but at that moment Jasmine thought Christine looked kind of sweet.

Christine “Yeah that would be pretty nice. I'm sorry if I treated you bad all these years. I guess I just couldn't contain myself and all I was feeling. I guess I forgot what it was like being a kid without all the problems I have to deal with now. I wish I could be a kid one more time.”

Jasmine “Well, we can go down stairs and get ice cream and watch a movie together.”

Christine “Sure. Do I still need to be dressed like this?”

Jasmine “Oh come on. You're adorable.”

Christine “Well this diaper is quite comfy now that I've gotten used to it.”

Jasmine “See, now aren't you glad I got it for you.”

Christine “Yeah, thanks. . .

. . .Ah!”

Christine tried to stand though her bottom still stung.

Jasmine “Oh sorry about that. I really am sorry.”

Christine “It's fine. You just have to get me extra scoops of ice cream to make up for it. You're serving.”

Jasmine “Fine.”

. . .

The two spent the rest of the night together: eating, watching movies, playing with toys. Christine still kept on the baby wardrobe, though Jasmine let her use the bathroom this time, giving her a high five and congratulating her as though she was potty training her.

The next day, Christine helped fix Jasmine's doll. She dressed in baby clothes again, feeling she owed it to her for all she'd put her through. She even wet her diaper again and changed herself, claiming she was too lazy to use the bathroom though Jasmine suspected she kind of liked it in a strange way. Jasmine would later come across the video on her phone several days after and promptly deleted it.

Christine would babysit Jasmine frequently over the next three years and the two would continue to hang out with each other even more afterwards as friends. Christine would sleep over at her place whenever things were rough with her parents and Jasmine would sleep over at Christine's apartment after she'd saved up enough money from her new job as a waitress. She'd eventually go back to school one day to study in child education. It was difficult, but with an easier and cleaner life style, and help with Jasmine who was a secret wiz by this point, she managed through. The two would go on to create more memories together, through the good and the bad of times, break-ups and rejections, fun adventures and new opportunities.

When Jasmine was seventeen, Christine was engaged and prepared to leave town. In one of their last nights together, they stumbled across the baby supply that Jasmine had gotten for Christine all those years ago. They both tried on diapers and fooled around like the old days, Jasmine even wetting herself and letting Christine change her diaper as pay back. All fun and splendor in remembering that night that the two learned the meaning of caring for one another through the act of regression and remembering what it's like to be a kid in need of love and affection.