The Robot Babysitter

Breakfast

I woke up to a buzzing phone. What? My hand shot to the device and I thumbed the answer button. "Hey?" She mumbled.

"Hello Megan! Good morning." It was mom.

"Um, yeah."

"Did you just wake up sweety?"

"Yes."

"So you haven't been downstairs yet. That's swell."

"Swell? Really?"

Mom giggled, "Me and your father already left town for the week and we left a babysitter!"

"I'm 15 Mom. I don't need one."

"It's too late to complain! It's already downstairs."

"It?" I sat up, jumping a little when I heard a crinkle from under my blanket.

"Go down and you will see. And keep those PJ's on."

"What! Mom is this a diaper?"

My mom ended the call. I dropped the cell, it slid to the floor and was later kicked under my dresser. I flung aside my blankets and stared down at the pink onesie I had on, it definitely wasn't there when I fell asleep. The item of clothing was tight and showed a rather large bulge around my crotch. What the hell? I struggled off the bed my balance fairly skewed because of the plastic around her legs. Do they even really make diapers this size? Well I guess they do. I started to search for a zipper on the outfit but I found that there wasn't one. What could even be downstairs? I started to hobble out of my bed room, everything seemed normal. I got to the stairs and nothing seemed wrong with them either.

Nothing screamed 'run' till I got to the living room, there was a rainbow colored gate almost to my shoulders bordering the room. The television sat inside the pen with a few stuffed animals and old toys I recognized from living in the attic. The sofa was still there but it had blankets with characters from care bears and other baby stuff. What is my mom doing! I shuffled over to the small bathroom that was on this floor, it was locked. I felt a pain in my bladder but I paid no attention. I then went into the kitchen, there was a highchair... But adult size This isn't right. I shuffled towards it, a piece of paper was taped onto the furniture.

Good morning Meg. Since your caregivers will be gone for awhile they contacted The Big Baby Co. For their babysitter program that is highly reviewed by the users with troubled teens like yourself. For this week you will be Baby Meg, you shall do all things babies must do.

Be fed in the high chair

Use diapers for their intended purpose

Wear baby appropriate clothes

Watch baby appropriate television

Listen to Babysitter's commands

Play like a baby

No phone use

No internet use

You will be punished for breaking any of these rules.

All of these and more will be enforced by the company's baby sitting robots. You will come in contact with one the first time you cry, crying will indicate you are hungry or need a change. The robots can not process English. During your playtime your room will be transformed into a nursery where you will sleep and nap. Have a fun week, Baby Meg.

I dropped the paper, stunned. What was this.

My stomach growled, a good distraction, I made my way to the fridge. Instead of last nights pasta and brownies there were jars and jars of baby food in there. I spun towards the cabinets, there was a bunch of baby bottles and containers of... Is that baby formula?! I let out a strangled cry. I needed to get my phone-

"Is baby hungry?" asked a robotic voice. I turned towards the doorway and there was what seemed to be a normal person. "Come here baby, let Nanny feed you." I stayed where I was. This thing looked like a human but had a voice of a machine! How did they create something so lifelike!? The thing advanced toward me chanting what it probably meant to be comforting words. I stepped back, a scream beginning in my throat. I wasn't not expecting Nanny's hands to extend and grip me under the armpits. With unnatural strength it lifted me into the high chair. I screamed and struggled but it didn't do anything.

"Baby is grumpy without food isn't she?" The robot tied be into the chair, now I couldn't leave. I began to squirm even though it wouldn't do anything. I watched in fascinated horror as Nanny pulled a bottle down and filled it with some warm water, it started to pour some of the power for the formula in. Seeing the water made my bladder hurt again, it still had my morning pee in it and Wanted Out. The straps didn't allow me to cross my legs so I tried to bite my lips to move my attention from it.

Nanny finished stirring and put the nipple on the bottle. "Here you go, Baby. It's all warm and yummy. Drink it while I get the baby food, does banana sound good?" I shook my head frantically. The robot put the bottle on my tray and turned to the fridge. I picked up the bottle making the formula swish around. It didn't seem that appetizing. Nanny came back with three small jars of baby food. It didn't look appetizing either.

"Why didn't you want to drink the bottle? It tastes good, I promise."

"I'm not a baby! Get me out of here! I don't want that gross food."

Nanny just shoved the nipple into my mouth. I didn't suck it. Nanny sighed and reached out to pinch my nose, it was eat or don't breathe. With a mental sigh I started to drink, squirming all the while. It didn't feel that weird, just different. It took awhile for the bottle to empty. I knew I was going to have an accident very soon, it'll probably escape when I'm lifted out of the chair.

"Good girl, Meggy."

It screwed the lid off one jar and held a spoon, "Open for the airplane!" It started to shove the banana into my mouth, barely giving me time to breath. I kept on swallowing and swallowing, my stomach bulging a little. After the last jar Nanny stood back and regarded me, "I don't think that was enough food for the baby. I'll give you another bottle soon."

More liquid? It started to undo the straps and pulled me up. I closed my eyes, waiting for the dam to release. It didn't, for some reason. Nanny held me on its hip, carrying me to the living room. It placed me in the playpen and patted my head.

As soon as it left I felt that pain again. Maybe if I sat it'll stop? I tried to take tiny steps to the sofa. It hurt to much, I sighed. Like some freak I spread my legs and relaxed, imaging my diaper turning yellow and sagging. I crouched down and hid my face. My pants were so warm, like a heated blanket. I stood back up and waddled to the sofa. When I sat my diaper squished.

What the hell had my parents done.