You cringe as you remembered that you had promised to babysit Stevie, Barbara's 4 year-old son, and the cooler was meant to hold some snacks you had made the night before. You were more than a little worried, as Stevie was a bit of a rowdy child. In your now-malleable state, you wouldn't last very long if he discovered you were gooey. But he seemed to behave around his "Auntie T'ish". Even so, it might be best to get someone else to watch him. You got dressed in a pair of grey sweat pants and a purple T-shirt and sandals and headed next door to Barbara's house before knocking on the door.
Barbara quickly opened the door and greeted you. "Hey, Trish", she greeted. "Thanks again for watching Stevie for me."
"Heya Barb", you said as you hugged your friend. "I actually-"
"Nope", Barbara said, holding a finger up to your face. "You already agreed, so there's no going back. Besides, I'm already running late to my appointment with the chiropractor."
"Barbara, you don't understand!", you insisted. "I... I have to take Jack his science project", you lied, not wanting to reveal your illness. "Do you think your nephew can watch Stevie today?"
Barbara sniffed the air before raising her eyebrow and crossing her arms. "Trish, hon, you're a terrible liar", she said, shaking her head.
You blushed a bit as Barbara poked your shoulder and chuckled as it left an indentation. "*sigh* Dom hasn't sent me my medication for this month", you said under your breath. Even though you loved Barbara like a sister, she had a domineering side to her that came out whenever you were vulnerable like this.
"Well, you're lucky I need a babysitter today", Barbara joked. "I'll call Ash, but he might not be here for a few hours. Just put on one of the movies on the blue shelf and Stevie ought to leave you alone", Barb said as she gave you a hug. "We'll find out what that bastard's problem is when I get back."
You smiled and hugged her back. "Thanks, Barb. I don't know what I'd do without you."
The two of you walked into the living room where Stevie was playing with his play dough. "Auntie T'ish!", the toddler cried as he jumped up and ran over to you. You were briefly worried that he would find out about your condition, but your fears disappeared when Barbara picked him up.
"Stevie, Auntie Trish is sick, honey", Barbara said in a cutesy voice as she held her son. "She's only gonna be here for a little bit before your cousin comes by, but you have to stay away from her, okay sweetie?",
"Okay, mommy", said Stevie.
"Mommy will be back later", Barbara said as she hugged her son and gave him a kiss on the cheek. "Be good for Auntie and Cousin, okay?", she said as she set him down.
"I will, mommy", he said as Barbara headed out. The toddler then turned to you. "Sorry you sick, Auntie T'ish", Stevie said.
"It's okay, Stevie", you said. "I just need some rest and I'll be alright. Do you want to-?"
You suddenly stopped as Stevie began sniffing the air. "I smell candy", the boy said. "Do you got candy, Auntie?" Stevie then proceeded to ignore his mother's warning and ran up to you, reaching into your pockets.
"S-Stevie, behave!", you said as you knelt down to pick him up. You would soon come to regret that action as the toddler tried to push your arms out of the way, bending one of them back!
“No! I want can- huh?” Stevie gasped as he saw your arm bend backward grabbed it, squishing your arm like putty in his grip. “*gasp* Cooool!”, Stevie exclaimed. “Auntie, you all squish like ‘Ack!”
You yelped as the toddler pulled you down and began to squish your arm up more. “S-Stevie, cut it out!”, you said as you tried to push the four year-old off of you. “You need to let me go right this instant young m-nnnnnnn!” Your words became distorted as Stevie grabbed your face and squished it flat before stretching it out and laughing. This was by far the most humiliating thing you’ve ever experienced. Being stretched and squished like a toy for a toddler.
“Hahaha! You funny, T’ish!”, Stevie giggled as he began to think about what to do with his new toy.
What does Stevie decide to do with you?
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