Leah nearly choked on her pacifier.
Crop top. Fishnets. Ruffled skirt. Laced up boots. Black hair with purple highlights. Dark eyeshadow and eye-liner with sharp wings. Black lip stick. Nose piercings. Rebecca was the quintessential goth.
She was a bit on the chubbier side, but did nothing to hide it; if anything she flaunted it, exposing her plump belly entirely to show her navel piercing. She stood with such casual confidence and disinterest, Leah didn't realize she was staring until her pacifier fell out.
'Holy shit, she's hot as fuck!' Leah thought as she fumbled with her pacifier. Of all things, why did the babysitter have to be so stupidly attractive? Leah was flustered just looking at her!
"Ah, Rebecca, thanks for taking the call on such short notice."
"It's Becca. And thanks for the offer." The girl offered without a hint of genuine gratitude in her voice; it was smooth and low, like she was perpetually on an ASMR podcast. She shifted her weight slightly, effortlessly waving her chin length hair out of her face as her eyes turned to Leah.
"That the kid?"
"Oh, yes. Say hello, Hailey!" Rita offered. But her words fell on unhearing ears as Leah continued to gawk, "Hailey? Hailey, come on now, it's rude to stare."
Leah shook her head back into focus, blushing at how long she was staring. To Leah's dread and delight, the edge of the goth's mouth tilted ever so slightly up in a smirk.
"Heh, kid's got good taste. I guess I'll be watching over you for the week."
Her smirk suddenly disappeared as her face tensed in concentration. Without a word of warning besides the quietest of grunts, she let out a massive 5-second long squelching fart with an incredibly wet sounding finish. Leah actually choked this time from sheer disbelief that flatulence that disgusting came from a girl that hot (but mostly from the sudden overwhelming stench of shit infecting the air). Becca looked away with a little sigh of relief, not looking embarrassed so much as annoyed.
"Sorry, can't control that." She relied with the slightest amount of shame, if for no other purpose than damage control; she sounded so disinterested, Leah had no choice but to believe this was a frequent occurrence.
"Oh it's fine, I'm aware of your...'condition'." Rita replied, making Leah wince (did she really have to say it like that?). It was subtle, but Leah caught Becca's eyes narrow; Leah recognized the reaction from her own experience, showing it the many times people judged her with a glance.
"Is that so?" Becca replied, a hint of bitterness in her voice that went entirely over Rita's head. Leah noticed sudden movement with Becca tapping her acrylic black nails against her plush thigh, recognizing a potty dance when she sees one; her body was noticeably more tense, and Leah could just barely hear gurgling from her stomach---the girl was holding back something fierce, and Leah was surprised (and impressed) she could hold it at all.
"Well, Hailey here can mostly care for herself, she's very mature for her age. You just need to focus on giving her diaper changes. No need to check, she'll come to you."
"Mm Hm." Becca nodded impatiently, cool as a cucumber for everything beside her antsy hand, "You promised 200 upfront?"
Rita stopped mid speech and pursed her lips, nodding.
"I did, yes. Here." She reached into her bag and casually took out two $100 bills and handed them over. Becca grabbed them before grunting and tensing, trying and failing to hold back another truly grotesque fart that had to have stained the back of her panties. Becca had the dignity to not sigh in relief this time, and the self control to not touch the back of her skirt.
"Sorry." Becca said with, again, not a hint of genuine shame. Leah half wondered if the girl just didn't care if she shits her panties, until she rapidly remembers *why* Becca was hired in the first place. It was only then that Leah picked up the tell tale sounds of crinkling as Becca adjusted her weight again, and her jaw dropped; not only did a girl this hot shart herself in front of them, she did so IN A DIAPER! Leah's pacifier clattered to the floor. How? How did a girl like this exist?
"Well, take care! I'll be back in the evening." Rita said with badly disguised hesitance. She turns to Leah and winks, "Keep an eye on her, alright Hailey?" The voice was clearly joking, but Leah knew the woman meant it literally. She sighed as she gave a little nod. Satisfied, Rita exited the house.
The moment the door closed, Becca let out a loud sigh of relief along with a chain of long, echoing farts.
"Ahh, fuck, I thought she'd never leave." She completely ignored Leah as she turned towards the rest of the house, "Now let's get to the-"
Leah could hear the gurgle this time, and saw Becca's face actually drop as she stopped mid-step.
"F-fuck, never mind." She said through a strained voice, turning to lean into the wall for support. The next few minutes, Leah watched in awe as the gothy teen absolutely unloaded into her diaper---and Leah knew it was a diaper this time. As Becca filled the air with deafening farts and the scent of pure death, Leah could see her diaper sag and expand behind her. To her surprise and amusement, they weren't discreet wear or even medical diapers...they were black with little skulls on them. The image was incredibly cute.
Leah couldn't stop a smile from spreading: Becca Crow was hot, cute, mature, and incredibly stinky. Despite herself, Leah found herself enamored; this wasn't some attractive girl or boy out of her league, this was someone she had a very real connection with in regards to one of the most humiliating traits Leah has dealt with most of her life---they were both diapered messes.
Becca gave a long sigh of relief when she finally finished, all hints of restraint gone with Rita out of the house.
"Holy fuck..." The girl said breathlessly, turning back to see a smiling Leah. Her eyes narrow, and Leah feels her breath hitch.
"What's so funny? Never seen a big girl in a diaper before?" She said, half-jokingly and half-angrily. Leah realized her smile was misinterpreted and spouted out the first thing that popped into her head.
"I-I think your diapers are cute!" Leah's face burned red as the words left her mouth, giving her the desperate urge to bang her head into a wall until she falls unconscious. Becca, however, looked genuinely surprised.
"Uh, thanks?" She said, unsure how to take the compliment as her eyes trailed down, "Yours aren't too bad either." The comment was clearly meant as a joke, but Leah still found herself blushing brighter at the praise. Luckily, Becca paid her no mind as she turned and felt her diaper; Becca was already a big girl, and the sheer size of her mess somehow still made her ass look bigger. She scrunched her nose in distaste.
"Fucking hell, it reeks. I need to change, then air this place out before..." She pauses as she looks at Leah again, "I'll be back, alright? Try not to burn the house down while I change."
She walks off and pulls her phone out, dialing a number. Leah watched inquisitively. Before what?
Rita had suggested Becca might do something, but Leah could only guess what that would be. She snuck behind the teen, and...