Dot the Babysitting Gal
By: Kylewally

"Does baby want his baba?" I ask, waiting for a response. "Baba goo!" A voice replied from the nearby playpen. My name is Dot, I'm the Stealth Lead for the Elite Penguin Fore. We're the first response for any situation that happens on the island. Now I'm usually out in the field, testing new disguises, but this week I'm on a special operation. I'm babysitting. Now I'm not babysitting any baby, but a fellow co-worker needs babysitting. Rookie is his name, and an accident made him this way. Rookie had a few mishaps here and there, but this was serious. Now the reason this happened is simple: Gary's device worked
 Another co-worker of mine, Gary was in the lab making a new device for the EPF. This device made anyone's intelligence to the level of a 2-year old. Its to be used to make capturing criminals less of a hassle. Now Gary made this invention without the use of test subjects, worrying that the subject would be a baby in an adults body forever if an accident occurred. Now I don't know why, but he made a switch that changes how long the effects last. From just a few hours to a week, you'll be a baby. The effects are supposed to last until the limit, making you go back to your normal self. Rookie happened to find it.
Rookie is not a smart agent. He failed the test 47 times before he became an agent, accidentally given a captured criminal his spyphone (which had a teleporting function on it), and other incidents happened. Rookie seemed to find a way into Gary's lab and managed to find the device. Now if I was in Rookie's shoes, I'd think that it was a portable time machine. He possibly thought that too! He blasted himself with the ray with the setting turned to a week. Gary found him chewing on one of his rubber ducks when he came back.
The Director, my boss, was called to find out what we should do with poor Rookie. The Director decided that I was to keep in check with Rookie. In other words, I was to babysit him for a week. The Director had the necessary supplies delivered to my door. Diapers, bottles, changing supplies, toys, everything a baby needs was given to me. Now I'm here, taking care of Rookie until the effect wears off. I had babysat before when I was a teen, so it should be the same thing just on a larger scale. 
Going to the kitchen, I warmed up a baby bottle full of milk. Not too hot, but not too cold. I went back and gave Rookie the bottle full of warm milk, suckling happily away on the rubber nipple. I do admit, Rookie does look kinda cute as a baby. When Rookie finished the bottle, I had to burp him. Man he's heavy! I patted him on the back, waiting for the burp. Buuuurp! Rookie burped, causing a few giggles to come out of him. I then put him back into the playpen. "Does rookie want to play peek-a-boo?" I ask him. I put my flippers over my eyes and waited for the right time. "Peek-a-boo!" I say, uncovering my eyes then covering them up again. Rookie giggled, liking this game. This went on for a few minutes. After the game was done, I gave Rookie a blue pacifier to suck on. Suckling on it, Rookie crawled to a corner of the playpen to grab his rattle. He liked the rattle, it made a noise that intrigued him. I put out a few more toys for him. Blocks, plushies, chewing rings, and other toys were placed in the playpen. Rookie didn't notice, he was too busy with the rattle. Then he stopped. "What's wrong little baby?" I ask. I then heard a sound, like rain hitting glass. I saw Rookie's diaper had a yellow spot on the front. He wet himself. Rookie, curious, squished the diaper and smiled. Apparently he liked the wet spot on his diaper, giving it a few more squishes. "Looks like someone needs a change," I say motherly. I carried Rookie over to a changing mat I laid out earlier, settling him down gently. Getting the powder, wipes, and a new diaper, the change was about to begin. I lifted his legs up and put the new untaped diaper under him, putting his legs down afterwards. Then I untaped the old diaper, opening it up for me to wipe him down. After the wiping was done, I put the used wipes into the old diaper and rolled it up. I threw the diaper away into a nearby diaper pail, coming back to powder Rookie. Rookie giggled as he saw the powder come down from the bottle like snow. After powdering him, I taped the new diaper up. The change was over. Rookie's tummy then rumbled, signaling that he was hungry. "Would you like some food?" I asked picking him up. Heading into the kitchen with Rookie, I put him down into a highchair specially made for him. I then tied up a bib on him, showing ducks on it. I got out a jar of baby food, mushed peas and carrots was today's lunch. Getting out a plastic spoon, I put the spoon in the jar before coming over to Rookie. I took the spoon out, getting a glob of food into it. "Here comes the train! Choo-Choo!" Rookie opened his mouth and I fed him the food. Some of the food was spilling on the bib, which I got the spilled food off his bib and fed him. When the jar was done, I gave Rookie another bottle of warm milk. After cleaning him and lunch up, I carried him back to the playpen. I gave him a few coloring books with crayons, where Rookie doodled in them haphazardly. A few hours passed, Rookie playing in his playpen and I sketching ideas for a new disguise. Bloooooooorp!!! I looked over to the playpen, wondering what happened to Rookie. The smell hit me. He pooped himself. Rookie was relaxed, having messed himself hard. Again, curious, Rookie squished his diaper. Rookie, from what it looks like, enjoyed it even more than the wet spot earlier! He was squishing his diaper harder, enjoying his mess. Before the poop could spill out, I carried him to the changing mat. Untaping the diaper, I covered my nlse and gagged. It smells really bad! Never the less, I completed the change. Rookie hugged me, cuddling. I cuddled back, smiling. Rookie then yawned. Nap time was here. Patting Rookie's padded bum, I picked him up and went to my room. The crib, like the highchair, was specially made for Rookie. Laying him down, I put a soft blanket over Rookie. I also gave him his pacifier and his favorite duck plush, which he hugged. Before I went, I read him a bedtime story, and before I knew it, he fell into a deep sleep. "Have sweet dreams Rookie, my little baby."