Playing House Part 5

"Mariah! Don't... don't even think about it!" Cassie's panic rose as what was surely meant to be her 'bed' for the night quickly approached. Almost in response, the soft hands of the now giant girl tightened on the babysitter's form, holding her firmly in place.

"Is that backtalk, young lady?" Came the girl's response.

They strode past the items that had once been Cassie's own possessions - her phone, her laptop, among other things - all now transformed by whatever insane magic this brat possessed. In the face of that, all the fury and rage Cassie had for this situation was quelled.

"N-no..." The older woman said, stammering

The babysitter tried to continue, but Mariah cut her off without a second thought. "Good. Its much too late for attitude."

Cassie couldn't believe what she was hearing, and even worse, that she was genuinely intimidated by what was occurring. She had been in this room not ten minutes ago and none of what she was seeing now had been here! 

She had lay on the single bed, idling on her phone before walking into the hall and saw the light still on in Mariah's room. Now, that bed had vanished and it had been replaced by...

"In you go!" Came the sickly sweet voice.

"N-no! I'll play with you, Mariah, just don't... no!" The woman struggled, her legs kicked, her hands clasped at her tormentor's form, trying to gain some leverage but in a blur of motion, the formerly towering babysitter sunk into the crib just as her heart sunk, drowning in humiliation. The wooden slats rose around her like the iron cells of a prison, while the mobile above silently taunted the adult's protest.

The woman felt the thin blanket curl around her form, her body sinking slightly into the mattress. Her face went bright red as the overwhelming degradation swelled within her, she had just been dropped into a crib like the infant her tormentor insisted she was. Her fearful eyes trailed upwards to the beaming face of Mariah who looked beyond satisfied, instinctively the older woman covered her still bare chest. The girl grinned at that, remained for a moment, and turned on her feet, striding away from her deposited sitter.

Cassie felt nauseous, she swallowed nervously at Mariah's retreating form. "Baby can't be naked all the time, so lets get you something to wear."

The babysitter's body stilled with fear. The crib would be easy enough to clamber out of, and every cell roared at her to escape this humiliation, but having seen the power at Mariah's beck and call... She found that the fear she felt was stronger than her shredded pride.