Babysitter switch

by: | Complete Story | Last updated Nov 14, 2007


Chapter 2
Chapter 2


Chapter Description: Chapter 2


Walking upstairs, she carried her to towards the second door on the right. Opening it with her free, she stepped into a huge nursery. The Anderson’s really spoiled their daughter, as everything a baby could ever want, or need, was in that room.

Placing her on the changing table, she began to un-pin her diaper. The Anderson’s preferred to use cloth diapers and had a huge stack of them in the room. Grabbing some wipes from the table, she began the process of cleaning her up. Once she was done, she grabbed some powder and began to sprinkle it on to the area.

As she was doing this, she didn’t notice that Brittany was staring at the pendant dangling around her neck. It seemed to have calmed her, as she usually cried during a change. Once she finished applying the powder, she grabbed a diaper form the ever-present pile and quickly pinned it on.

With the diaper change finished, she picked her up and placed her in a sitting position. It was at this point, that she noticed that Brittany wasn’t crying, and was staring at her pendant.

“You like? I guess you have great taste.” Diana began to laugh at this. What kind of taste could a baby have?

Brittany began to giggle, and tried to grab at the pendant around her neck. Diana quickly recoiled from this.

“Don’t grab! If he want to see it so bad, here.” Taking it from around her neck, she handed it to her, who clutched it in her tiny hands. She continued to stare at it, her eyes continuing to glow.

“You’ve seen it, now give it back.” He put out her hand for her to give it back, but Brittany only clutched it tighter.

“I said...give it back!” Again, she only held it tighter. By this point, Diana was pissed off with her.

“I SAID GIVE IT YOU LITTLE BRAT!!!” reaching out, she attempted to yank it from her hands. Her yell and sudden motion caused Brittany to cry.

Suddenly, a green light began to pour from the pendant. Diana gasped at this, as the green light began surround her. As the light surrounded her, she noticed a strange feeling in her limbs. Looking at her hand, she almost screamed.

Her hand appeared to be shrinking! Her once tight ring now hung loosely on her finger and her sleeve began to droop off her arm. Her sweater suddenly seemed much larger as she continued to shrink. When she was about a third of her size, she screamed.

As she continued to scream, the green light began to surround Brittany as well, only she seemed to be growing. Her arms and legs got larger and her shirt began to press hard against her chest as a pair of breasts suddenly appeared. Long, flowing blonde hair shot from her scalp, flowing down to her waist. The cloth diaper began to stretch against her now growing waist and her shirt was on the brink of tearing from her still growing breasts.

Moments later, the light subsided. Diana was now the size of a one-year-old. Her panties hung from her ankles and her shirt was more like a blanket. Instead of screaming, she was now crying. Looking up though her tears, she gasped at the grown up form of Brittany. She looked to be about 18, with deep green eyes. Her shirt was way too small and only half covered her breasts. Somehow, the diaper had been able to stretch and was more like a fabric thong with pins.

“Bwut....whow?” She spoke with the voice of a small child.

“How did this happen?” as Brittany spoke, her voice was nice and like the sound of a harp. Still holding the pendant, she tied it around her neck.

“This pendant is really a magic pendant. It can only be used by someone who believes in it’s magic...like a baby. When it sensed that I was in trouble, it use it’s magic to protect me. The inscription on it reads: “To be young or old for the true wielder.” It’s magic allowed me to switch ages with you.”

“This not right...me suspose to be baba sittuh...not ta baba.” She continued to cry.

“Oh no! You are not getting this back, “punking” Your magic charm is mine...and now is your teen-ager hood!” She began to laugh at this, as Diana continued to cry.

“Awww. Don’t worry. “Aunty” B will take care of you.”

As she bent down to pick her up, a loud rip could be heard as her shirt tore, leaving her standing almost naked, in a stretched out diaper.

“Oh my. Looks like I better get some clothes on.” As she placed Diana on the table, she grabbed the shirt that was hanging loosely on Diana’s body and pulled it off.

“No... dwon’t.” Brittany ignored her as she slid her arms through the sleeves of the silk shirt, which fit perfectly. Grabbing the panties around Diana’s waist, she quickly unpinned the large diaper, having it drop to the floor. Pulling the panties up, she grabbed the jeans off the floor and quickly put them on. In seconds, she looked like a blonde haired version of Diana.

“Now...to get you into something.” She said this with a sneer as her hand reached for the cloth diaper pile. Diana began to squirm as she realized what she was about to do. Before she could do anything though, Brittany held her down with her other hand.

“Don’t worry.” She said with a kind voice as she grabbed a diaper and reached for the other products. “I’ll only take a second.”

Still holding her down she began to diaper her. First, she quickly sprinkled on some baby powder, rubbed it in with her free hand, and grabbed some diaper pins from the mug. Lifting her up, she slid the diaper under her and pinned up one side with her hand. Quickly switching hands, she then pinned up the other side, completing the diaper change.

“Oh...you look so cute in your diaper.” Diana began to cry at this and before she knew it, Brittany ad pulled a small pink top over her head. Picking he rup from the table, she began to cradle her in her arms.

“Oh, night is going to be the best night...for me!” With that, Brittany began to laugh as she carried her back downstairs.

 


 

End Chapter 2

Babysitter switch

by: Anonymous | Complete Story | Last updated Nov 14, 2007

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