In the clinically white and eerily quiet nursery space, the two near strangers who had been held here for the past week stood nervously avoiding eye contact with each other and tonight’s nanny. Both captives wore footed onesies that gathered loosely around their legs and arms but pressed tightly against their bulky diapers, accentuating the thick padding they were imprisoned in. With the insufferable glee that all nannies here oozed, the nanny stared them down and asked, “You’re good girls, right?”
Neither of the girls took their eyes off the floor, but the more compliant of the pair, with her pink onesie and ribbons in her hair, who had warranted the harsher training on the first day after her lengthy fight to escape, nodded her head and squeaked an attempt at agreement. The subtlest change in the nanny’s stance sent a shiver through the silent girl all in blue and caused her companion to squirm in an attempt to shrink away into herself and out of sight.
“Ah ah ah, you weren’t going to speak there, were you?” Probed the nanny with unabashed delight in the reactions from across the room. When the girl in pink proved to be paralysed in adorable panic, the nanny broke the silence by continuing the questioning with, “Do I need to find something to keep your mouth too busy to talk?”
This conjured up memories of mouth soaping and unrelenting pacifier gags in the poor girl who had only tried to confirm her unquestioning submission to her nanny. She felt such powerful dread at the thought of these punishments that her eyes watered, her bottom lip trembled and a sudden and surprising rush of pee flowed into her diaper. Once she started peeing she couldn’t stop but that was a minor concern and didn’t hold her attention for more than a second. Her quick thinking and desperation lead her to fling her hand up to her mouth and slip her thumb between her lips. As much as it was a solution to the proposal she had been given, it was already a solidly ingrained comforting method that she now used when afraid or upset. Luckily her thumb sucking proved a perfect response for her nanny’s desire to quieten her.
“Aww, clever girl,” The nanny ecstatically praised the degraded and defeated girl as she desperately sucked her thumb and held back tears of worry and humiliation.
“You just keep your thumb in your mouth until I say so, ok?” This time there was no audible response whatsoever, just a tiny nod and a nervous, uncomfortable shuffle which the nanny put down to embarrassment, not being aware of the true, soggy reason.
With all this attention focused on one half of the captive duo, the other girl trapped in this nightmare had remained rigid and silent at her crib-mate’s side. She was internally chanting an unintelligible mantra based on a plea that the nanny wouldn’t shift focus to her. Despite her manifesting, almost praying to remain unnoticed, she was suddenly under the chilling gaze of the bubbly nanny who now made a demand of her.
“Give your baby friend a hug so she doesn’t get upset,” the nanny commanded in the usual delightful and sharp manor they all maintained. She hadn’t been broken the way her counterpart had since she had given in to the inescapable control of this place within hours of finding herself trapped in the infantile prison. Just as she would with any order given to her, she immediately obeyed her nanny and sidled over to the other trembling girl and gently slid her arms around her waist to hold her close. Instantly they both felt a tender warmness from the contact. This kind of closeness was deeply relieving in contrast to the way they were both so frequently touched by nannies who couldn’t be held back or reasoned with and had complete access to any part of them they wished. Physical touch with each other may still have been out with their control, but it wasn’t intrusive the way the nannies were. They were equally powerless here.
“That’s perfect! You two stay right there while I bring in the nice people who want to play with you. Don’t move a muscle,” The nanny almost sang the threatening instruction as sweetly as ever, inflicting painful anxiety on both captives. They had become very aware that this isolated torment they had been enduring was only the training and conditioning process before they began fulfilling their intended purpose. The exact nature of what would come next for them was unclear, but they both understood they would be confined to this life of babyhood from now on and every person they encountered would treat them like helpless babies or powerless playthings. As they stayed fixed to the spot, the nanny span around on one graceful leg to stroll out of the nursery area and fetch the infamous visitors. Before taking a step, an afterthought occurred to the nanny. Turning back to lock a sly gaze on the girls, the nanny added, “I’m sure I don’t need to say that your diapers better not be dry when they get in here. It’s silly, Of course neither of you could be dry right now. But still, it’s important to me you understand that.”
In unison, the girls shyly and shamefully flicked their eyes up to look at their nanny. Perhaps both of them were wet already. Perhaps not. As the nanny crossed the threshold and left the two babies alone in the nursery, they both stiffly stood absolutely still as their groins and bottoms grew warm.
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