The Babysitter - An illustrated story

[Gotah 2,381]

Hi there!

I once again took some time to write and draw a new story for you all. The artstyle is a bit different from my previous stories because I wanted to try something new. I'm not particularly happy with how it looks, so if any of you have tips on how I could improve the art I'd apreciate it a lot.

For now enjoy the first part of the story and let me know what you think 🙂

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“Bye Mommy!”, chanted Ian (7) and Olive (4) as their mother, Elisabeth, or Liza as everyone called her, left the house dressed in a fancy red dress to spend the night out with friends. Liza blew them a goodbye kiss and wished Sandy, the children’s babysitter good luck for the night.

“Don’t be afraid to call me if there’s a problem, ok?”, she told the the young woman. Sandy nodded and with a smile the mother left the house.

Sandy was a little nervous since it was only the second time watching over Ian and Olive. She still needed time to get to know the kids, and vice versa. There was some awkward interactions at first between the three but as soon as the kids began to feel a little more comfortable around Sandy things started to get easier. Olive and Ian were definetly more open and talkative than a month before, when they first glanced at Sandy’s bright blue eyes.

She was a sweet girl, diligent, always praised for her kindness by the children’s parents and much loved by the children themselves. Babysitting was something Sandy picked up during the summer holidays after her second year of high school, from which she finally graduated four months ago. Now her plan was to keep doing this as a 

part time job for as long as she figured out what to do with her future.

“I’d like to become a journalist”, she told Ian while they were at the table drinking a glass of milk together. Of course she then had to explain them what journalists were and what they were doing. No sign of enthusiasm was to be found in the children’s faces during her description. Ian and Olive were still in the “I’d like to become a pilot when I grow up”-phase.

Right before the clock struck 8pm the fun moved from the table to the floor. Sandy promised the siblings to play games with them so that she could keep another promise she made to Liza which was to not make them watch TV at night. So there they were, sitting on the big white living room carpet playing with legos. They had a huge plastic box filled with various bricks and pieces of any shape and size. Inside of it Ian carefully took out something that looked like a work in progress.

“What is this going to be?”, asked Sandy always curious.

“It’s a truck. I’ve been building it for four days now and I want to finish it soon!” The babysitter could tell how passionate the boy was about his up and coming creation, he immediately continued building the toy vehicle as if he already had the finished piece in his head. Olive on the other hand had no ongoing projects up her sleeve, she just looked at Sandy and asked: “Would you help me build a church?”

“Of course!”, Sandy replied and both started working. The girls however didn’t come far as production had to stop because Olive needed to go to the toilet.

“I could need bathroom break aswell”, Sandy thought, but there was no hurry. She would go as soon as her and Olive’s little architectural masterpiece would reach its completion. In the meantime her eyes glanced over Ian piecing his construction together with care.

“This looks very nice!”, she said. The boy smiled.

“Sandyyy!”, Olive’s voice entered the living room from the outside “can you come help me botton up my pants?”

Sandy stood up and went to check on the girl. The bathroom was one of those fancy ones, nice and big, bright and clean. Peeing there was more of an experience rather than just as simple in and out trip, and speaking of which, since Sandy now found herself there she had the chance to use the bowl and quickly get rid of the rising bladder pressure that was pressing against her belly. Olive however seemed to have 

other plans. As the buttoning up job was done she grabbed the young woman by the hand and dragged her back into the living room. Not giving Sandy any time to truly consider emptying her bladder first.

“Alright, later then”, she sighed silently. By now the floor had transformed into a minefield of lego bricks. Carefully the girls tried to avoid each of them, but as it often happens, a swift moment of brief distraction caused Sandy’s foot to step on one of the pieces, a rather pointy one aswell.

“Ouch!”, she yelled. Surprised by this unpleasant sting she lifted her foot but lost balance while doing so. Sandy’s weight pulled her backwards and during her attempt to regain stability she unavoidedly tripped over Ian’s precious almost-truck and pretty much destroyed it completely.

The boy let out a cry of despair!

“Oh no, Ian, I’m so sorry!”

The embarassment of her clumsy action made Sandy’s cheeks turn red and in shock she looked at the destruction she had just created.

“Why don’t you look where you’re going?!” Ian was getting angrier and tears of disappointment were begining to make his eyes sparkle under the warm ceiling lights.

“I’m sorry, Ian. I slipped!”

“I hate you!” In rage the boy stormed out of the room and proceeded to go lock himself into the bathroom. Sandy ran after him and tried to calm him down while talking to the boy through the closed door.

“Ian, please come out. I’l help you build a new one - an even better one!”

“I don’t want you to help me!”, he whined.

“Can you at least come out and then we talk about it?”

“NO!”

He was furious, therefore Sandy decided to leave him alone for now to calm his mood. Plagued by feelings of guilt she let herself fall onto the sofa and waited.

“He does this all the time”, said Olive “When he’s angry he locks himself in the bathroom and doesn’t come out.”

“How long does he stay there?”

“Sometimes very long, when he’s very angry!”

Sandy sighed and just like that she began to regret not using the toilet when there was still a chance to.

“This is going to be fun”, the babysitter thought sarcastically as her growing need was slowly becoming uncomfortable.

“Do you want to continue building the church?”, Olive asked politely. Sandy nodded and sat back down on the floor. Both girls quickly dove into their work and forgot about time and eventually about Ian aswell.

 

 

As the little lego structure with it’s walls and towers was done it was time for Sandy and Olive to snap back into reality. Almost an hour had passed since the unfortunate accident and Ian didn’t show any signs of wanting to get out, in fact he didn’t show any signs at all. Sandy stood up to go talk to him once more … and to be sure he was still alive. Standing on both legs again made the weight of her bladder suddenly fall on her crotch.

“Oh my…”, she complained. Olive heard this and curiously asked: “What?”

Sandy answered: “Nothing, just my knees - they hurt a little.”

At the end of this sentence she walked over to the bathroom and knocked at the door: “Ian?”

“Go away!" The boy was still upset.

“Don’t you want to at least come out? We could watch TV.” She was trying her best to convince him out of the room as quickly as possible but the child was stubborn. On the other side of the door Sandy began to press her thighs together. 

Pretending everything was fine she went back to Olive who now seemed to be bored with the legos.

“Come on, Olive, let’s clean this mess up.”

The girl obeyed and both began to put the bricks back into the box. The constant movement wasn’t helping Sandy’s pee problem. She caught herself wiggling her butt back and forth multiple times but as long as Olive didn’t notice it was all good. She was to embarassed to confess her problem to either of the siblings.

After all was nice and clean Sandy tried once again to bring the boy out of the bathroom but as expected the door remained locked. Frustration was taking over the babysitter’s mood making her pick up the phone to call Liza.

“Are you calling mom?” Olive asked curious. Sandy nodded as a malicious smile appeared on the little girl’s face, always a nice feeling knowing your sibling’s about to get in trouble.

The phonecall took place in the kitchen. Sandy was standing with her torso leaned over the table supported by both elbows. Her legs were crossed while Olive, who sat across from her, was patiently waiting for her mother to pick up the phone - and she did.

“Hi Liza, sorry to bother you!”

“No worries, Sandy. Is everything ok?”

Sandy began to explain the situation, feeling ashamed of her actions. Liza however took it well and just said: “It’s OK, dear, don’t dwell on it to much, it happens. And also don’t worry about Ian. He does this once or twice a month, he will come out eventually. Just relax and be patient.”

“Oh … ok, I - I will be patient then”, the babysitter replied followed by a nervous giggle.

“You don’t need to use the bathroom do you?”, Liza suddenly asked. Scared by this question, Sandy immediately denied it as her bladder muscles were pressing harder.

“Not even, Olive?” The girl who heard her mom’s voice mumbling over the phone shook her head and Sandy verbally repeated the 

answer to Liza.

“Well, then there’s nothing to worry about. I’ll be home around 11, I’ll see you there!”

The phonecall came to an end shortly after without recieving a solution Sandy was desperately hoping for.

 

To be continued ...

[Lutab 1,052]

I like the art style. Keep it up. (Though I prefer a different body type the drawings look good)

[Alpian 687]

In the picture where Ian is yelling at her, Sandy looks as if she were yelling too - in the text she's more excusing herself and explaining. So I'd adapt that image. The style is nice and the other images are in sync with the story: Great job!

BTW: Compared to your ethnic series, I prefer this softer style of drawing and more pastel colours. The more comic-style exagerated features are fitting for the story, even though I'd generally prefer the naturalist style of the ethnic series (I imagine the latter is a lot more work to get right?).

Edited April 28, 2022 by Alpian

[gldenwetgoose 21,485]

I'm in awe once again of your talents @Gotah - these illustrations are absolutely perfect in my opinion.  They are right up there with anything you'd find published and I see absolutely nothing that needs to be improved on.

Body style wise, obviously it's your story, your characters and your illustrations.  So your choice of exactly how Sandy and Liza look.   As it happens they're ticking all the boxes for me, would love to meet either of them in real life.

[Kupar 13,335]

Amazing! I don't know how I missed this the other day. You have a real gift. I love the drawings 🙂

 

Edited April 29, 2022 by Kupar

[Gotah 2,381]

10 hours ago, Alpian said:

In the picture where Ian is yelling at her, Sandy looks as if she were yelling too

Sadly I still struggle to get facial expressions right, but I'm working on it. Sandy was supposed to look more sorry rather than angry.

10 hours ago, Alpian said:

(I imagine the latter is a lot more work to get right?).

It's actually the opposite lol - and the reason why is because for the ethnic series I use references so it makes drawing the pose much easier and faster. After that it's just about adding clothes and detail - and color of course. That's not as exhausting as you may think.

For my illustrated stories however I don't use any references, I draw all from imagination and that makes it hard to get proportions, perspective and anatomy right. Because of that I spend most of my time drawing and redrawing poses or body parts until everything looks more or less ok. I'm still not good at it, I still see unproportioned and badly drawn bodies in the illustrations I've done so far lol - but that's the point of these stories, practicing anatomy while drawing something that I and many of you like to see 🙂

[Gotah 2,381]

and the fun continues...

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"Now what?”, she thought. 11 o’ clock was still less than two hours away, if Ian wasn’t going to come out before that time then Sandy had to find another way to get rid of her liquids. But how? There wasn’t a second bathroom in the house. The kitchen sink? Maybe a bit to risky - and also disrespectful, as was pissing in a cup or something alike.

The garden could’ve been an idea, maybe after she brought Olive to bed, but was it a risk worth taking? And also, Olive was far from being sleepy, God knows for how long she was still going to stay awake. The kids were allowed to go to bed whenever they wanted on Saturdays and usually they would fully take advantage of that. So many options and so many reasons not to do it. Had it been Sandy’s house she would’ve used the sink immediately, or pretty much everything else that could have worked as an emergency toilet. The situation wasn’t easy and all she could do now was hold on and wish for a happy ending.

“What do we do now?”, she asked Olive hoping to find some distraction. The girl gave this question some thought. Sandy was still leaned over the table squirming.

“Do you have games on your phone?”, she then asked excited.

Sandy replied with a slight tremble in her voice: “You want to play a game?”

The child nodded. Sandy knew that deep down Liza wasn’t a fan of her kids being on the phone but in that moment she was so focused on trying to control her desperate need that she had no idea what else to do with the girl. The babysitter opened up an old game she hadn’t used in ages and then gave the phone to Olive who quickly figured out how to play it. Now that she had a bit more time to focus on herself, Sandy began to search for a concrete solution on how and where to find relief without getting in trouble. Before doing that though she once again attempted a talk with Ian.

“How are you doing, Ian?”

“I’m angry at you.”

“I know, and I’m so so sorry that I broke your truck.” Meanwhile Sandy also took advantage of finally being alone to hold her crotch, cross her legs and just squirm around freely without being watched. Talking to the boy however was still her main focus.

“Do you accept my apologies?”

“No!”

There was no chance for her to change his mind … but maybe if she told him about her bladder problems he might’ve rearanged his priorities. And so she confessed: “Ian, please. I need to pee, could you let me in? I really need to use the toilet.”

“Then wet yourself!”, the boy screamed angrily. Sandy was scandalized by this sentence. Having a child being so rude was unacceptable. She slammed her hand on the door and yelled: “Ian, let me in!!”

The build up frustration caused by her aching bladder only helped to make this order more powerful. Ian however didn’t show any mercy to his babysitter.

“NO!”, he then screamed, even louder than Sandy.

The young woman wanted to continue the heated discussion but she had to save her energies. A long hold was ahead of her. Now that Ian knew about Sandy’s struggles he would’ve done anything in his power to not let the girl in just to mess with her. Olive of course heard the disagreement both just had and immediately asked her babysitter as she walked back to the kitchen if she really did need to pee.

Sandy nodded, to which Olive said: “But you told mom you don’t need to go.”

“It was a lie, Olive. I was to embarassed to tell your mom.”

“Do you need to go bad?”

Sandy shrugged and said: “Yes. But I will hold it until your mom comes back and then I will drive home and use my toilet!”

Oh, what a nice thought that was: letting it all out in the own toilet. So nice that she got weak for a moment and a little spurt moistened her comfy grey shorts. Scared she immediately used a hand to stop the potential mishap from happening.

Olive witnessed all of it and as she saw the tiny wet patch between her legs she said: “You peed yourself!”

“Just a little”, the young woman panicked “it’s just a tiny stain. Nothing to worry about - I was just distracted for a moment.”

“You should go pee”, Olive replied. Sandy then tried to explain that this was much easier said than done. Ian was the only real solution to this problem.

“IAAAN! LET SANDY GO PEEE!!!” The child suddenly screamed at the top of her lungs out of the kitchen. Ian’s response was the usual one. For Sandy, the boy was now only a waste of time. Instead she put her hand (the dry one) on Olives shoulder and sighing told her: “Come on, forget your brother! Let’s go do something else!”

Sandy needed a distraction of some kind, even though she knew that her urge was to dominant now to be able to focus on anything else.

Little Olive had the good idea to spend the next minutes or even hours with drawing pictures. Empty pages and loads of colored pencils were covering the table as both girls were doodling away. It helped. The babysitter’s struggles were getting lost behind the nervous scribbles she was drawing onto the pages. Still, her legs were crossing and uncrossing constantly and some groans of pain were audible from time to time. Olive very sweetly kept asking if Sandy was doing ok, she seemed to be a little worried about her.

“I’m fine”, was the answer the babysitter kept giving her. She obviously was far from being “fine” but the child wasn’t supposed to deal with such problems while happily drawing her stickfigures.

The eyes of the young woman were moving towards the big glass walls in front of her the entire time. She looked out to the garden and thought: “So much space for me to pee!”

She began to seriously take that in consideration. Quickly step out, pee and then come back in record time. But what about Olive? If Sandy told her to keep it a secret was she going to be trustworthy enough to not tell her mom afterwards? And how would have Liza reacted if she found out a girl she barely knew peed in her nice little garden?

It would all have been a risky undertake and she was to scared to put it into practice. So she continued to suffer in silence, hoping that 11 pm will soon come. And then drive home for fifteen minutes with a full bladder? Was that even possible?

To be continued ...

[Pee Outside Girl 210]

I would love her to pee outside and even better if she encourages the kids to pee outside as well, each one could pick a target (not animals or bugs please), I like your story 

[Canada 21]

Better yet have all of them pee standing up in like a garden and tree.

[gldenwetgoose 21,485]

Hmmm - Given that Gotah is the author of this (absolutedy awesome) illustrated story, you're suggesting he starts drawing pictures of young children peeing ?

I’m sure you’re not  saying you want to look at illustrations of small children peeing?  I'm guessing you don't when it's put like that.

 

Site rules permit us to mention underage memories or experiences in a context that they are not sexual, and that is at staff discretion. That is an exception to the under 18 rule, but it's difficult to argue that a fictional story works on that basis too.

If you weren't familiar with that site rule, please check the rules at   

 

Edited June 13, 2022 by gldenwetgoose
Maybe my comment was a bit over the top?

[Pee Outside Girl 210]

No, not at all, I didn't mean it like that, I don't want to see the children, I just thought it would be a good idea to include them but not like that, I'm so sorry if it seemed like that 

[Gotah 2,381]

Sandy now was pretty much sure she was doomed. She had to do something to prevent an accident but all of her solutions were to … impolite. Her mind was racing as fast as her pencil onto the sheet of paper that now looked like it was drawn on by a toddler. She was nervous, she was scared and she was in pain, and all because she didn’t pay attention to were she put her feet earlier.

Suddenly her tumultuos storm of bad thoughts got interrupted by Olives voice who asked: “Can I get some ice tea?”

“Oh God please no”, was what she thought, her mouth however said painfully smiling :”Sure!”

She got up and the agony immediately made her cramp together.

“Do you still need to pee, Sandy?”

“Yes, it doesn’t go away that easy, Olive.”

She opened the cupboard, gave the girl her favourite glass and then grabbed the jug half filled with not so fresh ice tea. Of course she had to pick the drink which looked the most like freshly collected urine. Pouring it into the glass was far from being fun. Her thighs were melted together and her hand once again had to be there to help. Moaning she completed this simple task while making Olive giggle like the child she was.

“It’s not funny!”, Sandy told her while trying not to laugh aswell “I have to pee really bad!”

“IIIAAAAAANN!”, she screamed again out of nowhere.

This sudden raise of voice startled Sandy. What followed was a warm sensation of something liquid running down her bare legs.

It was only a few drops and thankfully Olive didn’t notice. There was however still time for her to do so for Sandy’s legs were now shiny and moist. She wiped the wetness away with her hands as the girl wasn’t looking. The patch on her shorts was now visible again.

Sandy was at her limits. The hope of Ian getting out of the bathroom in time had faded away hours ago. The garden was now her dream destination, but again was it really a good idea? The woman began to desperately pee dance around the kitchen, not caring about Olive anymore. The little girl was stunned by that sight, fascinated and concerned.

“Can you hold it?”, she asked her babysitter. Sandy who was barely able to stand up straight by that point looked at her and whispered: “Not for long!”

“Are you going to pee your pants?” Olive began to develop slight worries.

No answer was given to this question. Instead, Sandy reached for her phone and once again decided to call Liza: If Sandy was going to empty her bladder in the garden she wanted to get permission first. Everything to avoid getting in trouble later on.

The phone was ringing … nothing was happening. Impatiently she jumped from one foot to the other with her left hand pressed against her delicate vagina. With a distressed tone in her voice she whispered: “Come on, pick up, pick up, pick up!”

Olive asked confused: “Are you calling mom again?” In that moment a muffled voice chimed from the phone: “Hey Sandy!”

With the heart in her throat Sandy gathered all her courage to make this embarassing request. Panicky she explained: “Liza, Ian is still locked in the bathroom and I’m in desperate need for the toilet!”

“Oh no, honey, are you ok?!”

“No …. I really gotta go, Liza, is there any chance I might …”

Before Sandy could ask the big question, Liza quickly interrupted her: “Sandy, listen to me …” she carefully began to explain “if it’s really that urgent then go down in the basement and pee in one of the buckets that we got there there!”

“The basement?” Not the answer she was expecting.

“Yes, the basement! Just go down there, the door is open, there are plenty of buckets in there, take the best one you can find and do your business in it.”

“Can I?” Such good news were bringing tears to her eyes “are you sure?!”

“Yes, Sandy, yes! Feel free to do so.”

“But what do I do with the bucket then?” A sudden spurt shot through Sandys fingers. Olive immediately noticed the splashes on the floor. Liza continued explaining: “There’s an old sink there, just flush it down the drain after you’re done!”

“Oh … ok, thank you, Liza! I’m so sorry for this!”

“No worries, dear, now go! I can hear you’re in pain!”

She didn’t have to tell Sandy twice. The babysitter threw the phone onto the table and stormed out of the kitchen, into the hallway and then down the stairs to the basement door, further losing drops on the way there. She slammed the door open but then - darkness. Where on earth was the lightswitch?

Sandy began to blindly search for it while brushing her hands along the cold wall. It’s rough texture was scratching her fingertips as she suddenly felt something plasticky underneath them. There was a button, she pressed it and suddenly the light went on.

“Oh thank God!”

Shaking she looked around for buckets and luckily she found one soon after. It wasn’t the biggest one, it was even to small to be described as “medium sized” but did Sandy care? No.

With pulled down shorts and panties she put the bucket right underneath her outlet, there was no time anymore to squat and then, a wild, delicious gush of pee began to fill up the container.

“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaah”, a painful moan of relief, followed by many others, escaped the young woman’s mouth. Oh what an overwhelming sense of pleasure she suddenly felt. The powerful sound of the stream filling up the bucket bounced along the walls of the room and climbed up the stairs and probably even went down the hallway.

“Fuck yeah!”, she said, in silence, after all there were still children in the house.

Foam was forming inside the bucket and was swirling around in elegant manner.

Sandy got weaker and weaker but she kept on peeing like there was no tomorrow. What a sensation! She pissed away the suffering and all the agonizing pain. Sandy was happy as never before.

“Oh God, I gotta do this again!” Now, at the end of her teenage years, in such awkwardly unexpected circumstances, she found a new source of pleasure. An arousing activity that would bring her many hours of joy in the future.

This was the beginning of something and she enjoyed the relief right until the last drop. The bucket in the end was heavy and almost filled to the brim, Sandy had to be careful not to spill anything on her way to the sink. She wobbled all the way there without pulling her shorts up first. The amount of pee was smelly and it sour flavour was scratching the babysitter’s nose.

The golden product was soon gone, flushed down the drain, never to be seen again and Sandy - she was glad that it was all over.

As Liza finally came home later on, Sandy couldn’t stop thanking her for helping her and also not making a big deal out of it.

As she then told Sandy a couple of days later over the phone Ian eventually got out of the bathroom, his decision to do so however came long after Sandy had left, to the point that even Liza, who arrived home already needing to pee, evetually had to go outside, in the garden because she couldn’t hold it anymore.

“It made me understand what you had to go through that night. I’m so sorry about Ian’s behaviour. I gave him the punishment he deserved!”

“No worries, Liza. I’m glad you understand.”

“Will we see eachother soon again?”

“I’ll be there if you need me, Liza.”

What is there more to say to this story other than it all took a happy, wet ending.

[Kupar 13,335]

Thanks so much @Gotah for this second instalment! Just fabulous. Your illustrations of desperation are extraordinary, and your contributions to this fiction thread are unique and wonderful ... as well as being a huge turn-on ❤️

[gldenwetgoose 21,485]

Absolutely wonderful @Gotah - just wonderful !!!   (It's not often I'm short for words)

[acidnudy 97]

This was a nice story, loved your artwork too!

[Alpian 687]

Thank you @Gotah! I found the story only now, and it makes me feel your absence even more acutely. Hope you're doing fine!

[pee2poop 131]

Great story, love the artwork, can't wait for the next one!