You wake up like you always do, squirming in the oversized crib Mommy, your captor, put you in the night before.
You squirm in discomfort, the dry diaper between your legs crinkling lightly, as your bladder screams at you for the sweet pleasure of release.
You hate this part of the day. The part that reminds you what you really are. That, despite the onesies, the diapers, the binkies, and the blankie, you're not the actual infant Mommy forces you to pretend to be. That despite all she's done to you, despite how much you pretend otherwise, underneath it all you're still a fully functioning adult--one who held a job, drove a car, and is still potty trained--just waiting to be set free.
You don't let yourself suffer for long, quickly releasing the urine your body refused to let go of on its on overnight. The warm sensation as you flood your diaper and the sudden feeling of relief causing you to kick and giggle in delight, just as Mommy has trained you to do.
You feel a growing pressure in your bowels, too, but you know better than to release that now. Mommy enjoys watching you 'make stinkies' for her. You know if you can hold it until at least breakfast, there is an outside chance she'll help you "make cummies" in your messy pants later, and that opportunity is too rare to ever risk for something as silly as your adult dignity or discomfort.
You turn your head as you hear the door open and see Mommy enter the nursery.
You smile broadly at her and let out a little, happy giggle, as you've been trained to do, despite the fear that boils in your belly every time you see your captor.
"Good morning, baby!" She coos as she always does, "Someone happy to see me! Yes they are! Yes they are!"
She pinches your check as she lowers the rail if your crib, scooping you into her arms with the near supernatural strength you've come to expect from the large woman.
You wrap your arms around her as she carries you towards the changing table, babbling wordlessly to her behind your binkie.
"Such a chatter box this morning!" She exclaims as she lays you down, "Is it because you know what day it is?"
Your heart catches a bit at her last question. What day it is? Today was different than every other one since you found yourself trapped in this world of perpetual babyhood?
Your babbling slows and you look up at Mommy with big, curious eyes as she unsnaps your onesie.
"That's right, sweetie! It's Easter! And the Easter Bunny came just for you today!"
You squirm a little at those words. Easter? So, it must be March? Or April?
When were you taken? Mid-January? You've only been here a few months? Fallen so far in so little time?
Cool air brushes your crotch as your diaper's opened, drawing your attention back to your present situation.
"That's right, the Easter Bunny," Mommy continues as she changes you, responding to your imagined, infantile responses, "And he told me he'd make a special deal with you if you are extra good on your egg hunt!"
A shiver works its way down your whole body at those words, caused by a combination of the cool wipe brushing your groin and the soft fear from the idea of playing another of Mommy's special 'games.'
You kick your legs slightly and suckle your binkie nervously as you stare up at Mommy, waiting for her to share the rules of whatever twisted contest she's cooked up in her mind.
She doesn't leave you hanging for long.
"The Easter Bunny's hid 10 eggs out in the yard that he wants you to find," she starts, "But, he left this one, special egg, for Mommy to hide in you!"
She holds up a hot pink, silicone egg, in front of you.
Your mouth goes dry as you recognize it.
The smooth, round shape.
The soft outer cover.
You used to play with one just like it before Mommy kidnapped you.
It's a vibrator.
Before you can react, though, Mommy is covering it with a layer of lubricant and sliding it into your disused hole, causing you to shudder and gasp at the sudden sensation of feeling full.
The gasp turns to a low moan as, without warning, the egg begins to buzz to life inside of you.
Your eyes roll back in your head and you reach for your no-no bits, the sudden, pleasurable sensation causing you to want to fight for some sweet, adult release.
Mommy bats your hand away.
"Nuh, uh, uh! Bad baby! Do you want to lose the game before you even hear the rules?"
You whimper in frustration as Mommy chastises you, but you know better than to disobey now.
"Good," she says as you comply, "Good, good! Now, here's the Easter Bunny's game!"
She pulls out a fresh diaper, this one appropriately adorned with images of baby rabbits and begins taping it onto you as she talks.
"It's pretty simple: You need to find all of his eggs, all while holding his special egg inside this adorable little diaper of yours! If you can do that while proving your a big kid, by keeping yourself in control, he says he'll use his 'magic' to set you free!"
Your heart leaps at Mommy's words. You could be set free after today? Allowed to be an adult again?
You can't keep an excited smile from blossoming on your face.
"That's right, sweetie!" Your captor coos, placing a hand on the front of your diaper as your optimism shines though, "You can be a big kid again!"
She squeezes your crotch, suddenly reminding you of the buzzing egg inside of you, and causing you to shudder in pleasure.
"But," she continues, "If you can't prove you're a big kid, and give into you… baser urges."
She hides a chuckle.
"Well, then Mr. Bunny says he's going to use his special magic to make sure you're mine forever."
Those words sober you quickly.
Mommy's forever if you cum.
The implications are clear.
You remain trapped in your own head, trying to game plan how to win this contest, letting Mommy dress you, as you find yourself already constantly on the verge of release by the special Easter egg filling you up.
It doesn't take long until you're in Mommy's backyard, standing barefoot in the grass, holding an Easter basket.
Your onesie proudly declares that you're "Mommy's Favorite Bunny."
You can see 4 eggs laying in the lawn already.
Hope fills you as you realize, you might be able to do this.
"Are you ready to start our little game?" Mommy asks.
You look back at her and nod your head in affirmation, binkie still bobbing rhythmically in your mouth.
"Ok then," she continues, "On your mark. Get set. Go!"
And with that, you're off, toddling towards the first egg you see.
You grab it quickly, toss it in your basket, and let out a little gasp.
The vibration of the egg tucked into you that you've become used to, suddenly intensifies, causing your knees to shake as pleasure suddenly threatens to overwhelm you.
So that's Mommy's game.
You gather yourself, fighting back the fresh waves of pleasure, and toddle forward more deliberately before grabbing the second egg.
You throw the new egg in your basket, and, as suspected, the vibrator inside of you begins to buzz even more intensely. The sensation, even after just two eggs, threatening to overwhelm you.
"What's wrong, baby? Giving up already?" Mommy chides from the corner, phone in hand, clearly controlling the intensity of the buzzing inside of you.
You grind your teeth into the rubber nipple of your pacifier as you fight off the waves of pleasure and shake your head, 'No,' before continuing on your hunt.
And hunt you do. Gathering egg after egg, fighting off your "based urges," as Mommy called them, as the buzzing of the egg inside of you slowly threatens to push you over the edge.
Finally, there is only one egg left, but you can't find it anywhere.
It's not in the grass. The bushes. The trees.
Each step is excruciating, as you desperately try to fight off the overwhelming desire to let yourself go, to just collapse of the spot, and cum over and over and over again.
You hear loud laughter from the corner of the yard as your search becomes increasingly desperate.
"What's wrong, baby? Missing an egg?" Mommy laughs.
You turn to see her, sitting, legs spread on a chair, her Easter dress pulled up to reveal her neatly shaved pussy.
"Have you tried checking in here?"
Your stomach drops as understanding hits you.
The last egg is like yours. But, instead of hidden in you, it's tucked deep inside of your captor.
You almost lose control just thinking about placing your lips on Mommy's beautiful slit.
"Well, what are you waiting for, silly," Mommy beckons with a sultry tone, "Come find your last egg."
You find yourself drawn to the siren's call of your captor's sultry flower like a sailor drawn to the rocks on Odysseus's ship, aware of the danger, but unable to alter course.
You drop to your knees, letting Mommy pull your paci from between your lips before pressing your mouth firmly against her slit.
Your diaper crinkles beneath you as your tongue darts between her lips.
She lets out a deep moan as the tip of your tongue brushes against the hard exterior of her egg, pressing it deeper inside of her.
"Good baby," she purrs as she grips your hair between her fingers and pulls you deeper between your legs.
You let out a moan of your own as the whole situation, plus the pulsing of your own vibrator, threatens to overwhelm you.
You let the motion of your tongue, searching sloppily inside of the beautiful woman with your head in her hands, slow, as you try to bring yourself under control.
Mommy notices your slowing and pulls your hair.
"Naughty baby," she groans, pulling your hair, "Find that egg."
The warning tone in her voice speaks louder than your words. And, you are suddenly worried that if you stall any longer, you are going to lose control before Mommy's egg is in your basket, and this will all be for not.
You bury your face between Mommy's wet thighs, and beging to search with your tongue for the loop you know must be attached to the vibrator that is your price.
As you do, Mommy's body pulses around you. She growls and moans in a way that sends you back to before. Back when you were still considered an adult.
Your tongue finally hooks into the plastic loop, attached to the end of the vibrator. You try and move your head back to pull, but it's too late.
Mommy's thighs are wrapped around your head
You're stuck.
In a moment, you feel her warm, wet slit constrict around your tongue.
She throws her head back and screams as she cums on your face.
Knowing you've made Mommy cum is all you need to lose control yourself.
You thrust your hips into the diaper strapped around your waist, roll your eyes back in your head, and scream into Mommy's crotch as, wave after wave of pleasure rocks your body, and you seal your destiny to be Mommy's precious little baby for the rest of your life.
The doorbell rang just as she finished folding the last bit of laundry.
She was still in her light-wash jeans and the soft pink cropped sweater she’d picked out that morning. The kind of “big-girl” outfit that made her feel almost normal for a few hours.
Underneath, of course, was the usual plain white diaper. Snug and unremarkable.
Daddy opened the door himself and signed for the enormous brown box. No labels. Just that plain Amazon smile.
He carried it straight to the living-room rug and set it down like it was something precious.
“Big surprise for my baby girl today, princess,” he said. His voice was warm and low as he pulled her into his arms for a quick kiss on the forehead. “Daddy ordered some very special things because he knows exactly what his little one needs. Come sit. We’re going to open it together, nice and slow.”
Her stomach fluttered.
Special things.
She already felt the blush starting.
He sliced the tape open with careful, deliberate cuts. Tissue paper rustled. Pastel colours spilled out like candy.
First item: a thick stack of diapers in clear plastic. The label faced her immediately.
“Read it out loud for Daddy, sweetheart.”
She swallowed hard. Her cheeks were already heating.
“Rearz Princess Pink… ultra-absorbent overnight diapers for heavy incontinence… size medium…”
Daddy’s hand rested gently on her lower back.
“Mmm, that’s right. These are for heavy wetters like my princess, aren’t they? Remember a few days ago when you leaked right through your pretty plaid skirt at the mall? I had to tie my jacket around your waist so none of those teenagers would see. These pretty pink ones are going to keep all those accidents safely hidden. Because that’s what babies need, isn’t it, honey?”
A deep crimson blush spread across her entire face. The words landed soft but heavy.
She squirmed on her knees. The denim of her jeans suddenly felt too tight over the padding she hadn’t even noticed was warm.
Next came the onesie. Pale mint cotton. Tiny cartoon bunnies hopping across the front. Snap crotch already winking at her.
“Keep reading, baby girl.”
Paralysed and struggling to find her words, she opened and closed her mouth a couple of times before she finally let out a breath she hadn’t realised she’d been holding in.
“LittleForBig Pastel Bunny Onesie… soft stretchy cotton… perfect for daytime play or bedtime cuddles… reinforced snap closure for easy changes… designed with ABDL babies in mind…”
Daddy smiled. His eyes sparkled with gentle teasing.
“I picked this one because it’s the most age-appropriate thing for my baby. Easy snaps mean Daddy can check you whenever he wants, dress you, undress you, change you without any fuss. No more struggling with big-girl clothes when you’re fussy and soggy. This is what my little princess wears now.”
He handed it to her.
“Take off your jeans and sweater, princess. Let’s see how it looks.”
Her fingers trembled as she peeled the cropped sweater over her head. Then she shimmied out of the light-wash jeans.
She stood there in nothing but her plain white diaper. Suddenly so aware of how full and warm it felt. She hadn’t even realised she’d had another accident. It just… happened.
Daddy’s eyes dropped to her padded bottom.
He stepped behind her. Wrapped his arms around her waist. Hugged her close from the back. His chin rested on top of her head. His voice was soft and loving right against her ear.
“Ohhh, sweetheart… look at that. Someone’s already soggy and she didn’t even notice, did she? That’s okay. That’s exactly why Daddy buys all these things. Because my baby girl can’t hold her tinkles in can she? Say it for me, honey. Tell Daddy what you are.”
She could feel the warm, heavy bulk pressing against his front through her diaper.
“I’m… I’m a baby,” she whispered. Her voice was tiny and shaky.
“Louder, princess. And tell me what happened.”
“I’m Daddy’s baby… and I had an accident… and I need changies.”
He kissed the side of her neck. Squeezed her gently.
“That’s my good girl. So brave for admitting it. That’s why you get the bunny onesie and the thick new diapers. So you never have to worry again. Babies need protection, don’t they? And Daddy loves dressing his baby up cute and easy to change.”
He slipped the mint onesie over her head. The fabric was impossibly soft. When he snapped the crotch closed over her soggy diaper, the bulk pushed her thighs apart. The bunnies stretched wide across her tummy.
She caught her reflection in the hallway mirror. She felt another hot wave of humiliation roll through her. Ridiculous. Adorable. Little.
Daddy didn’t let her hide. He turned her gently so she faced him. One hand cupped her blushing cheek.
“See how pretty my little girl looks already? And we’re only just getting started.”
Next he pulled out the oversized paci. Baby-pink silicone. Heart-shaped shield engraved with Daddy’s Girl.
“Open up, sweetheart. Babies get fussy when they’re embarrassed, and this will help you stay calm while we finish unboxing.”
She parted her lips. He slid it in. The weight and rhythm instantly soothed something deep inside. Even as fresh blush flooded her cheeks.
Then the sippy cup. Pastel purple with tiny stars. The words No Big Drinks for Little Girls printed on it.
“Read that part out loud for Daddy.”
She did. Muffled around the paci. He chuckled softly.
“That’s because big drinks make my baby leak even faster, don’t they? This is for your nap-time baba now. Warm milk, no spills, just like a proper little one.”
Last big item before the thickest diaper: the high-chair tray. Adult-sized. Padded vinyl with a cute animal border.
“We’ll use this tonight for dinner, princess. Babies eat in high chairs so they don’t make messes. Daddy wants you safe and contained.”
She whimpered around the paci. Her thighs pressed together instinctively. The onesie crinkled loudly with every tiny movement.
Daddy reached back into the box. Lifted the final pack of what looked like the thickest diapers she had ever seen. Rearz Mega Critter Caboose. Boasting up to a 11,000ml capacity… this diaper is unmatched for absorbency… sure to provide you the best solution to manage your heavy incontinence.
He held it up. His eyes were soft but teasing.
“And this one, baby girl… this is going on you right now. Because my princess is already wet, and she needs the protection she deserves. Tell Daddy again. What are you?”
She sucked harder on the paci. Her voice was small and trembling but honest.
“I’m… your baby.”
He smiled. Proud and loving.
“That’s right. Now let’s get you changed, honey. Daddy’s got you.”
Daddy guided her down to the soft rug with one hand on her back.
“Lie back for Daddy, princess. Let’s get that soggy diaper off so we can put something much safer on you.”
She lowered herself slowly. The mint onesie crinkled loudly with every shift. The snaps were already undone from earlier. He peeled the front down with careful fingers. Cool air hit her damp skin. She whimpered around the paci. The sound was muffled but unmistakable.
“Look at that, honey,” Daddy murmured. His voice was low and loving as he unfolded the wet padding. “So full already and my baby didn’t even realise. That’s why we need the thickest ones now, isn’t it? No more leaks ruining your pretty outfits.”
He lifted her legs gently. Slid the soggy diaper free. The faint warm scent of her accident filled the air. Not strong. Just enough to make her cheeks flame hotter. She squeezed her eyes shut. But Daddy’s hand found her tummy. Rubbed slow circles.
“Eyes open, sweetheart. Daddy wants you to see how much he loves taking care of you.”
She forced her lids up. He was smiling down at her. Soft. Proud. No trace of disappointment. Just love.
He reached for the wipes. Cool and soothing as he cleaned her carefully.
“Remember last week when you woke up soaked through your favourite pyjamas? Daddy had to change the whole bed while you cried. These new high capacity diapers are going to keep all those nighttime tinkles locked away so you can sleep safe and sound in Daddy’s arms.”
Powder puffed into the air. Sweet. Babyish scent that made her head spin.
He unfolded the thick Critter Caboose diaper. The plastic backing crinkled like wrapping paper. Cartoon animals danced across the front panel. It was obscenely thick. She could already tell it would force her legs wide.
“Lift your bottom, baby girl.”
She obeyed. Trembling. The new diaper slid under her. Cool. Plush. Impossibly cushy.
Daddy pulled the front up between her thighs. The padding pressed firmly against her. He fastened the tapes one by one. Top left. Top right. Bottom left. Bottom right. Each rip of the adhesive sent fresh tingles through her.
“There we go,” he said. He patted the front gently. “All snug and safe. Feel how much thicker that is, princess? No more worrying about leaks. Just my perfect padded baby.”
He snapped the onesie closed again. The pressure was intense. The bunnies stretched taut over the new bulk. The snaps strained but held. She could barely close her legs. Every tiny shift made a loud, unmistakable crinkle.
Daddy helped her sit up. Then pulled her straight into his lap. Her padded bottom settled against his thigh with a soft squish. He wrapped his arms around her. Rocked slowly. One hand rubbed her back in slow circles.
She nestled against his chest. Paci bobbing gently between her lips.
The room felt smaller now. Softer. Like the whole world had shrunk to the space between them.
The open box beside them seemed far away. All she could focus on was the steady thump of Daddy’s heartbeat against her cheek. The faint lavender scent of the fresh diaper powder clinging to her skin. The strange, warm floatiness starting to spread through her tummy like honey.
He really ordered all this… for me.
Thick padding. Bunny snaps. A paci with his name on it.
Because he sees me like this. All the time. Every day. Not pretend. Not sometimes. Always.
The thought made her cheeks burn hotter.
Part of her still hated how exposed it felt. Hated the way the onesie hugged every bulge. How the snaps pulled tight over the bulk. How there was no hiding anymore.
But another part. The fuzzy, little part that was growing stronger with every gentle rock. Felt something else entirely.
Warm. Safe. Cherished.
She squirmed a little in his lap. The thick padding shifted with a soft, crinkly rustle that echoed in her ears. The sound made her want to hide her face forever… and at the same time made her want to stay right here. Wrapped up in him. Forever.
Daddy felt her tense. Then melt. He pressed a soft kiss to her temple.
“Mmm, there’s my baby girl,” he murmured. “Settling in already, aren’t you?”
She pulled the paci out with a soft pop. Looked up at him with wide, glassy eyes. Her lower lip trembled into a pout.
“Daddy…?” Her voice was small. Babyish. “Do I… do I weally need all this baby stuff?”
Daddy’s expression softened even more. He cupped her cheek. Thumb brushed away the single tear that had escaped.
“Oh, sweetheart,” he said gently. Then carefully placed the paci back between her lips. “Yes, princess. You really do.”
He rocked her slowly. Hand sliding down to pat the padded seat of her onesie.
“You need thick diapers because your little bladder gets so urgent and can’t hold it. Not during the day when you’re playing or distracted, and definitely not at night when you’re fast asleep. You need onesies because they’re soft and cuddly and let Daddy check and change you easily whenever you need it. You need your paci because it helps calm my fussy, blushy baby when big feelings get too much. You need sippy cups and bottles because big-girl drinks make accidents happen faster, and Daddy wants his princess safe and spill-free. And you need the high chair because babies sit contained so they don’t make messes while they eat.”
He kissed her forehead again. Voice dropping to that soothing, teasing whisper she loved and hated in equal measure.
“And Daddy loves every single bit of it. I love picking out these cute things just for you. I love seeing you all padded and helpless in your bunny onesie, knowing you’re exactly where you belong. In Daddy’s lap, safe and little and mine. You’re not broken, honey. You’re perfect. My perfect padded baby girl.”
The words sank in. Warm and heavy and true.
They wrapped around her like the onesie itself. Soft. Inescapable. Comforting.
The last stubborn threads of resistance frayed and snapped. She didn’t want to fight anymore. She didn’t need to.
She buried her face in his neck. Sucking harder on the paci.
The crinkle of her diaper mixed with the steady beat of his heart. Every breath made the padding shift against her skin. Thick. Plush. Secure.
It felt ridiculous.
It felt right.
Daddy shifted her gently so he could reach the purple sippy cup. He’d already filled it with warm milk. Prepared earlier, of course. Always one step ahead.
He brought it to her lips.
“Nap-time baba for my brave girl,” he whispered. “Drink up, princess. Then Daddy will tuck you in for a little rest in your nice thick overnight diaper. We’ve got plenty more unboxing later… but right now, just let Daddy hold his perfect padded baby.”
She nodded against his shoulder. Lips closed around the spout.
The milk was warm. Sweet. Soothing
As she drank, the last of the tension drained away. Replaced by that fuzzy, floaty feeling only Daddy could give her.
Her eyes grew heavy.
The gentle rocking. The soft crinkle with every breath. The warmth of his arms. The steady rhythm of the paci in her mouth.
It all blended into one perfect, safe cocoon.
She was small.
She was safe.
She was loved.
And as her lashes fluttered shut, one last sleepy thought drifted through her fuzzy mind:
putting you in a diaper and declaring that for the night, the safeword will be literally any word. if you want this to continue, you will babble or you won't speak at all. i expect an excited, "abah!" in response
I have a huge soft spot for girls who still wet the bed.
They are the cuuuuutest.
So adorable, huh?
They can be so adult, so confident and mature in the daytime– I love that–
Independent, super sharp, creative, big girl job, grownup friends–
but every evening, without fail, it starts getting closer to her bedtime, and a little voice in her head tells her: she should probably hold off on drinking more water...
and she really needs to say goodnight early to her friends, make up some excuse why she can't stay over– she's no fun overnight anyway, she prefers sleeping in her own bed...
because waiting for her back home, like always, is a bed with a very special crinkly mattress,
in a bedroom that, no matter how old she's gotten, has always smelled a tiny bit like a nursery,
and a dresser where, stuffed behind heaps of old clothes she used to wear,
she hides her most embarrassing, crinkly secret,
something she never quite grew out of needing since she was little,
and she would die if any of her friends found out...
And, waddling over to the bathroom to brush her teeth, all those little, embarrassing feelings come rushing back,
how small and helpless she feels because she still can't stay dry,
how the doctors all said she'd "grow out of it," but, of course, she never did,
and how she's always needed someone to protect and take care of her,
as she falls asleep in her thick, crinkly overnight diapers, designed for "big girl" accidents,
(she flunked out of pull-ups years ago)
fast asleep, a little drool escaping onto her pillow,
because, once she's asleep, she doesn't get to play pretend anymore.
She's still just a little baby
who gets to wake up with a little, dazed flutter every morning when she realizes:
her diaper is soaked again,
(no-one's surprised but her),
and she still can't make it to the big girl potty at nighttime.
So adorable.
You're gonna sleep nice and sound, sweetheart.
Nobody expects you to stay dry at night, okay baby?
(This gets DARKKKKKKK, like really dark. Don't read it if you don't like it very, very dark)
*
Nobody had expected Bunny to actually make it through the entirety of grocery shopping, least of all herself. She fussed when Momma laid her down and yanked her training panties away in a single, practiced, swift motion. A person could set their watch by little Bunny's diaper changes, she made sure the seat of her diapers were nice and full at exactly the same time every single day.
Naptime.
The hypnosis had long, long since taken root. Bunny had done it to herself, after all. It was the only way she could guarantee that Momma would stop trying to potty train her. She'd grown so very tired of trying, and so a few weeks of sleeping with her earbuds in had guaranteed that she'd never, ever be able to sleep in a bed without a thick diaper taped around her.
She couldn't even fall asleep without one on anymore. She never would again.
But still, she had to pretend. She had to fuss and complain and promise to do better. If Momma ever found out what Bunny had done to herself, the babying would be taken to the farthest of extremes. Momma had already proven that once, when Bunny had gotten caught with a vibrator pressed against her messy diaper.
Bunny had been forced to cum a hundred times in that diaper before she earned a change. If she wanted to enjoy it so much, Momma would make sure she enjoyed it more than anything before. She'd been a sweaty, exhausted, sore mess afterward. Her abs had felt like she'd been doing sit-ups all day long and she couldn't stand for hours.
And, of course, Momma didn't change her until Bunny could stand again.
It wasn't the last time her wand had found its way to her hand after a nap, though - she just tried a lot harder to hide it. Bunny had never believed the saying "too much of a good thing" prior to that. If Momma ever found out...
"Well, we're home. Are you dry?" Momma was loving but stern. Bunny continuously proved she needed it.
"...yes?" Bunny had no hope of knowing anymore. The hypnosis had guaranteed that. She could control herself during the day, but wearing a diaper completely robbed her of that. Wearing her diapers gave her everything she wanted: complete and total lack of control.
A hand up her skirt and a squeeze turned that skeptical look on Momma's face to an eye roll. "Of course you're not. I swear, Bunny. It seems like you become more of a baby every day. Should I just give up on cooking for you and feed you nothing but baby food? Is that what you want?"
"No!" Bunny objected, laying lie atop lie.
"I'm not so sure... You know how I feel about lying, baby Bunny. If I find out..."
Flustered, Bunny pulled away, flailing. Her phone hit the ground, and a voice rang out. A very, very familiar voice.
A soothing, hypnotic voice. "That's right. No control at all. As long as you're safe in your diapers, you won't even notice when you lose control. You won't notice your lovely diapers growing heavy and warm. You'll be complete oblivious, just like a baby. Because you are a baby. A beautiful, helpless little baby..."
"Bunny? What's that?" Momma reached and grabbed the phone before Bunny could manage. "Hypnosis? Did you... did you do this to yourself?"
"I... but...."
Momma shook her head. "Oh Bunny. And here I've been turning guys down left and right..."
"Guys?" Bunny looked at her wife, her Momma, in shock. "What guys?"
With a soft, sad sigh, Momma smiled. "Don't worry your pretty head about it. I think I know what to do now."
-*-*-*-
Bunny begged, she couldn't help herself. She wanted this more than anything she'd ever wanted in her life, but she couldn't admit it. She'd never admit it.
"Please Momma! I'm sorry! We can undo it!"
Momma, and her new boyfriend, tightened the restraints that kept Bunny in her crib. "No sweetie, this is for the best. You know how I feel - you lied about it, and you need to understand that there are consequences. It won't be a problem after this. You'll never have to worry about hiding how much you want this ever, ever again."
"Are you sure about this, hun?" The boyfriend wrapped an arm around Momma's waist. "How will she eat? A week is a long time."
A week!? Bunny panicked, pulling harder at the restraints. She couldn't take a week of forced orgasms...
"We'll bottle feed her, she'll be fine. This is really the only way." Momma stroked Bunny's face, planting a soft kiss on her forehead. "I'll always, always love you Bunny. Goodnight, my sweet."
The headphones went on, snug and covering Bunny's entire ears.
"Momma please!" Bunny's protests were silenced by a pacifier, one that she'd been conditioned with over the past two weeks. She wasn't able to remove it, and she couldn't talk when it was in - a hypnosis file she'd been afraid of using.
"Hello little Bunny." The soft, familiar voice said her name. The shock froze her, all struggling coming to a stop. "Your Momma loves you so much, she commissioned this very special hypnosis just for you. I'm very glad you've enjoyed our sessions together so very much. I'm sure you'll love this one too."
Instantly, Bunny felt her body relax. She'd surrendered so much to this voice, so often. She had no hope at all of resisting, not even the smallest amount.
"Together, we've said goodbye to your potty training. We've made you fall in love with your pacifier. We've fixed so many things for you, haven't we Bunny? Well, for the next week, we'll be giving you the ultimate gift, thanks to your loving Momma. You'll never, ever have another big girl thought again. That's right, sweetie. We're going to spend the next week together, right here. Safe in your crib. Let it all go, Bunny..."
"I don't want a diaper today, Nanny," you said seriously, looking up at Nanny from your position on the beanbag chair as they fluffed out a pink princess-themed diaper for you. Nanny set the diaper on the changing table, amusement crawling over their face like a rising sun, beginning with their lips curving into a smile and ending with their sky blue eyes twinkling.
"You don't, honey?" Their voice was as sweet and smooth as said honey. Clearly not taking you seriously as they bent down to check your diaper again. As a bedtime diaper, it was much thicker than the ones that you'd regularly wear throughout the nursery. For added comfort and absorbency, Nanny had also added in two boosters the night before.
"I know sitting in a soiled nappy overnight is never fun," they went on sympathetically, squishing the soggy padding for extra emphasis, "but that's just a part of being in diapers. What's the matter, baby? You were just showing Nanny how much you love your diapers yesterday. Don't you remember how good your mushy diaper felt after your blowout?"
Your cheeks heated as you recalled the events Nanny was referring to. After feeding you a bottle spiked with castor oil for lunchtime and teasing you with lots and lots of "rubbies," Nanny had left you in the playpen by yourself for a bit. A mistake on their part, since in no time at all you were leaking more than just pee through your diaper, all over the giant stuffed elephant, Mrs. Snuggles, that you had taken the liberty of humping. Your bottom still stung from Nanny's reminder of how good babies behave, making your soiled pants even more uncomfortable than they already would have been after you slept in them for who knows how long. It had taken an hour of 'bathtime' (thorough scrubbing by Nanny) in order to clean Mrs. Snuggles off. Looking down at your feet, you twitched your toes in embarrassment. Nanny's thumb brushed your cheek.
"Do you really want to give that up?" they asked, voice soft and gentle. "I know it's hard at times, but Nanny is there to take care of all your accidents. You don't need to be ashamed, Nanny loves when you show them what a baby you are. The fact that you're so happy to make poopoos in your pants for me.. it gets Nanny all excited in a way I think you're very intimately familiar with."
You were almost convinced. Nanny was good at this. Good at making you feel too humiliated to say no, good at making you feel like it was the best option to just let them do what they liked. But today, you wanted to give up your diapers. You wanted to be a big kid just like Nanny. Reaching up, you pulled your pacifier out of your mouth to put emphasis on your desire to be more grown-up.
"Nanny, I wanna start potty training tuh-day," You tried not to let your lip wobble as your confidence faltered under their steady, unreadable stare.
"Potty training?" There was a slight sneer in Nanny's voice, as if they couldn't believe what they were hearing. They bent down, making their tone even more sweet and condescending as they asked, "Where did a tiny tot like you hear about a big kid thing like that?"
"Big sis was telling me about it the other day!" You explained, trying not to let a lisp creep into your words. "She told me how much bigger it makes her that she can use the training potty. I wanna be big just like her!"
"I see," Nanny smiled, mentally filing that away for later. "Well, of course you can start potty training today, sweetie! Why would Nanny ever say no to such a noble request? Let's go eat some breakfast, then we can have some potty training time rather than some playtime~"
You bit back a grumble at the announcement that you would be losing your morning playtime. It would all be worth it in the end. Nanny opened their pink diaper bag and refolded the princess-themed diaper that they had fluffed out, stuffing it back in. "I don't think you'll be needing that anytime soon, then? I think that nighttime diaper will hold through breakfast.."
"Alright, kiddo! Nanny will just need to grab a few supplies to help you along with your training."
After a long feeding (and burping) session on Nanny's lap, you were stuffed and had no will to resist anything Nanny could do to you. They first pulled out a blindfold from the dreaded bondage drawer of your wardrobe, where Nanny kept all of your nasty restraints. They rummaged for a long moment, before approaching you with a blindfold. You stiffened as they took away your sight. That didn't seem like something you'd need for potty training. The next thing went around your neck, pressing against your throat and clicking shut as Nanny attached it to you. A collar, you presumed. You lifted a hand to try and feel it, but Nanny quickly caught your hand and slipped it into something warm, thick, and familiar, doing the same with your other hand.
A blindfold, a collar, and mittens.. what is going on?
"There, there," Nanny spoke soothingly as a shiver went down your spine. "I promise, these are completely necessary for potty training."
Their hand rubbed your back for a long moment, before their presence moved away. You heard Nanny open the closet, and wrestle a certain device out of there, wheeling it over to you. You blushed. You knew exactly what it was, and it never stopped being embarrassing when Nanny used it with you. You were a big kid, you could walk! Especially when you were going to start potty training.
"Nanny," you whined. "I don't neeeed a stroller.."
"I know, baby. But you do need a paci gag if you're going to argue with Nanny today," Nanny replied sternly, before shoving yet another instrument of humiliation into your mouth and threading the straps behind your head, tightening it until they were sure you couldn't spit it out.
"Now, come on sweetie. You may not need the stroller, but I want you to be in it," Nanny pressed their finger against the gag for a moment to make it clear that they wanted you suckling on it. Once you started doing that, they placed one hand under your soggy bottom, and the other behind your back, lifting you into the stroller with a grunt of effort.
The stroller was by no means uncomfortable, but that didn't make it any less mortifying for you, or any less amusing for Nanny. Additionally, the stroller had a five-point harness- mostly to ensure that you didn't fall out, but it had the side effect of the crotch strap rubbing and vibrating slightly against your soggy diaper as Nanny wheeled you out of your nursery. You had no idea where they were taking you thanks to the blindfold and the distraction that the crotch strap caused. It was just enough to titillate your aching, denied privates, but not much more than that. The diaper was just too thick, you couldn't wait to get it off. Maybe once you proved to Nanny that you could use the potty, they'd let you take care of the ache down there!
That wasn't the only thing torturous about this ride. Nanny felt the need to stop every five to ten steps to check on one thing or another. From something as small as making sure the water fountains in the hallways were working, to poking their head into a classroom to make sure other kiddos were behaving even without them in the room. Of course, the other caregivers who worked with Nanny would make sure littles behaved in their absence. At one point, you heard the sound of another little getting spanked mercilessly while receiving an equally blistering scolding. It reminded you of what had happened to you yesterday, and you were relieved that Nanny still swayed your stroller in a soothing motion during each stop.
Eventually, your adventures reached the other side of the building. You heard the sound of Nanny entering something into a keypad, and then click of a door unlocking. You swallowed, realizing that you were being taken into the grown-up zone. Only Nanny and their occasional adult visitors were allowed in there. Did this mean Nanny viewed you as an adult now? You hadn't even started using the potty yet. Another door opened, and Nanny wheeled your stroller to a halt, undoing your blindfold but leaving everything else on. You saw the big pink gym bag slung over their shoulder- they stuffed the blindfold into the front pocket and zipped it shut. Then, they took out a small device of some sort, attaching it to the belt on their jeans without a word. You squinted, trying to get a better glimpse, but Nanny made a wide gesture.
"Don't focus on Nanny, sweetie! Take a look around you!" they invited.
You obediently looked around the room, at first puzzled. It wasn't like any of the rooms in the main sector of the nursery. The walls were sleek and dark, nothing like the vibrant and colorful patterns on the nursery wall. The polished white ceramic flooring and smooth white ceiling contrasted the color of the walls in a way that was elegant and professional. You didn't need to be in the grown-up zone of the building to know that you weren't supposed to be in here. Your eyes traced over smooth marble counters, a silver-rimmed mirror behind a massive sink, a bathtub that could comfortably fit at least two adults, and lastly, the very thing that you had wanted to use today. The potty.
ZAP!
As soon as your eyes lingered on the potty for a bit too long, you felt a jolt of electricity, followed by a jolt of fear as you realized that Nanny had locked a shock collar around your neck. They stood there, with the remote, a bright, innocent smile on their face. A faint chuckle escaped them as they observed the terrified expression on your face.
"Look at it, baby," they cooed.
You obediently looked at the toilet again, and you were immediately hit with another zap. You yelped in pain and protest, trying to grab at the collar with your trapped hands, which prompted Nanny to shock you again. Nanny approached your stroller again, unbuckling the harness and grabbing you by the chin, forcing you to keep looking at it.
"See that?" Nanny pointed at the porcelain seat that you hadn't seen in years, ever since Nanny had taken over the responsibility of caring for you. "That's a potty. A real potty, for much bigger kiddos than even your big sister. It's much, much too big and complicated for a baby who still regularly poops their pants without even realizing it. Nanny is the only person in this nursery that's allowed to use this."
Their smile turned ominous as they waved the remote in your face, their thumb grazing over the big button with a glowing red lightning bolt etched onto it. "And this? This is what Nanny calls the good baby button. They call it that because it incentivizes collared little ones to be good babies for me. You're going to obey every single word I say, without hesitation. If you disobey, I'm sure some zappies will help change your mind."
Nanny snapped their fingers. "Okay, sweetie! Out of the stroller, let's see how well you can crawl for Nanny. Can you make it to the potty, do you think?"
Nanny had situated the stroller all the way on the other side of the massive bathroom. You doubted they would just idly sit by and let you make it there, either. But what exactly was their game? You clambered out onto the floor, wincing at how cold and hard it was on your knees compared to the soft carpets and mats that dominated the majority of the nursery. Nanny's foot softly bumped your padded bottom, sending you on your way. As soon as you looked at the toilet again though, Nanny zapped you. Instantly, your legs buckled beneath you, and you lost a bit of control over your bladder, trickling into your diaper as you endured the shock. Nanny watched you, calm and collected despite your whimpers and cries. They just waited for you to get back onto your hands and knees. You cast a wounded look in their direction, but they just gave you that far too innocent smile that they were so good at.
"How's that diaper looking? I hope you're not too wet. Little babies who leak in their diapees surely won't earn potty privileges for a good few years."
That's a condition, you recognized. That's the game. They're going to keep trying to make me leak.
Gritting your teeth, you started on your journey towards the toilet again. As soon as your eyes settled on the porcelain throne again, another zap hit you. You whimpered. Nanny rarely ever used the shock collar on you, they usually just decided a spanking was enough. You would much rather be getting spanked right now. But Nanny showed no such mercy. They kept up with your snail's pace, chuckling as you figured out that you wouldn't be allowed to look at your destination. Your eyes trailed to the floor, making you feel like you were crawling towards an object of worship as you approached the toilet. Then you heard a very different buzzing sound.
Uh-oh.
A moment later, you moaned around your pacifier as you felt Nanny press the buzzy toy against your diaper. The caregiver grabbed your arm, momentarily stopping you in your tracks as you instinctively humped against the wand. For a moment, the thought of potty training vanished from your head. Why go potty when your diapers felt this good?
Stop it. STOP IT. You pulled away from Nanny more forcefully. They were trying to trick you. You wouldn't fall for it! This was your one chance to prove that you could be a grown-up. You wouldn't throw this chance away for the sake of an orgasm. It wasn't worth it. You couldn't think about how warm and wet your diapers always felt against your special spot. Think about how nice it'll be to use an actual toilet!
"Oh? Baby doesn't want cummies?" The teasing words were aimed at the back of your head as you turned back towards the toilet. You briefly set eyes on it to make sure you were headed in the right direction. Just a quick glance, something that earned you an equally quick zap. This time, you gritted your teeth and just kept crawling. You could hear the water in the toilet now. You kept your eyes low to avoid being shocked again, ignoring Nanny's teasing about your soaked bottom. Eventually, your fingers brushed the surface of the toilet, and you twisted onto your bottom and sat there, looking up at Nanny expectantly. A moment later, you felt the buzzy wand on your crotch as Nanny forced your legs open.
"Wow! You made it all the way to the potty for the first time! Do you know what you have to do next, little one?" Nanny cooed as they turned up the buzzy wand, this time holding firm as you tried to wriggle away so you could focus on their words and not their actions. You choked on a moan, trying to close your legs but failing miserably. It had been so long since Nanny had used the wand, it only took thirty seconds for you to start getting close.
"Nahhhhnee," you whined. "Feels funneeee.."
"I know, baby," Nanny replied, pulling the wand back as you neared your climax. "But that's not something potty training little ones get. Good babies get to make cummies in their nappies. If you give up nappies, you give up cummies as well."
What? Big sis never mentioned that.. For the first time, the rose tinted glasses you had viewed potty privileges with were lifted. Was this really what you wanted? Nanny letting you make stickies was a rare treat, but you weren't sure if you could live without it. Nanny said that the occasional release kept you happy and helped you sleep as well as you did. It was true. You always slept best with number threes in your nappy. You looked at the vibrator. Mrs. Buzzy was your friend. Could you live without her helping you out when Nanny decided it was time for a milking?
You shook the thoughts away once again. Once you were potty trained, you would be well on your way back to adulthood. Once you were all grown up, Nanny wouldn't be able to prevent you from making cummies. And it would feel so much better without a diaper between your tightly sealed parts and any stimulation you got down there! If Mrs Buzzy felt this good through a diaper, she must feel amazing without that protective barrier. Determinedly, you started pawing at the tapes on your diaper. Nanny chuckled and crouched down, untaping you but keeping the open diaper close by.
"Well? Time to use it, then," they commanded, narrowing their eyes as you clambered up and settled down on the seat. You could feel more in your bladder waiting to be released, but as you pushed, you realized that your body was going to make that very difficult for you. You should have known, Nanny wasn't just buzzing you off as a reminder of what you were going to lose. They were trying to arouse you so it made it even more difficult to pee.
"Go on! Use it," Nanny encouraged, clapping their hands as they coaxed you. Your pelvic muscles clenched as you tried to push out your pee, but your privates were still pulsing and aching so much from the buzzy wand that nothing came out. You furrowed your eyebrows and whimpered as you pushed so hard that it became painful. Your baby parts ached with need, nothing was going to come out until you took care of it! You dipped a mitten down towards your privates in an attempt to rub. As soon as your hands moved down there, Nanny approached you and grabbed you by the collar. You yelped in alarm as you were dragged off of the toilet onto your hands and knees.
"Excuse me?" they growled, grabbing your chin. "I said you could use the potty. Did Nanny ever give you permission to touch yourself, especially when you're not padded? Answer me!"
"Noooo!" you choked out through your gag, instantly ashamed as Nanny scolded you. "I sorry! It achey!"
Nanny's eyes were cold, clearly nowhere close to forgiving that transgression. But surprisingly, they didn't shock you now. Maybe they were worried about how much you could take from the collar. They just pulled you away from the toilet, wrapping you back up in your soggy diaper, then dragging you back towards the stroller. Your heart sank as you realized what Nanny was doing. You were going to have to restart from the very beginning, going through the same torture to reach the toilet.
"Crawl with me, you ungrateful brat," the caregiver scolded. "We're going to try that again. Good kiddos go potty once they're on the toilet. If you take too long on the potty, you belong in diapers so you don't have to worry about how long it takes to let it out. And you especially belong in diapers if you're going to try and touch yourself the second I take it off of you. You think I'm supposed to trust you outside of diapers if you can't control yourself for longer than a minute?"
You were forced to crawl alongside Nanny, all the way back to your starting point beside the stroller. They kept one hand on your collar the entire time, yanking roughly when you slowed down too much for their liking. They also pressed down on your shoulders when you tried to stand. You had your orders, even the ones that Nanny didn't speak out loud. Back to the stroller you crawled. Nanny took a moment, turning away and composing themself before they turned back with a bright smile on your face. It scared you, because you knew it was fake. You had disappointed Nanny by breaking the rules, and now they were going to make your life even more difficult.
"Okay, baby! That was a little bit of a blip, but I know you didn't mean it! You're going to be a good baby this time, aren't you?" Nanny cooed, digging around in one of the stroller pockets and taking out their favorite belt. You flinched at the sight of it, a hundred memories of being struck by that very belt racing through your mind. "Let's change things up a little bit though. I think you've been using your hands too much."
The belt was used to bind both of your wrists closer together, tightly enough that it couldn't slide too far up your arms. It wouldn't make it impossible to crawl, but it would make it harder, and you would have to focus entirely on keeping your balance. Nanny hummed happily as you allowed them to do up the loop on the belt without any fussing. A moment later, they returned with the blindfold and wrapped it over your eyes. You suckled helplessly on your pacifier, not wanting to think about what Nanny was going to do to make this more difficult for you.
"Okay, baby, I think that's good! Why don't we try that again? Where's the potty, hm? Can you remember where it is?" Nanny nudged your bottom with their foot, encouraging you to start your journey. You twisted around, and set off in a direction that you thought you remembered heading in, hoping it would be correct or at least close to it. You grunted as you struggled to find your balance. You had to spread your legs even wider to keep yourself on balance, practically scooting forward in a way that made your padded bottom bob up and down.
"You might think the blindfold is a little unfair," Nanny's voice echoed around you as they kept up with your pace. "I know you're still struggling with object permanence, but it's necessary to know where the potty is even if you can't see it at all times."
It was hard to argue with that logic. Nanny was always good at finding reasons to restrict your senses even more. And even if you did have a good argument against it, you wouldn't dare to backtalk Nanny. It was the number one rule in the nursery- Nanny knew best, and you should always listen to them. No matter how cruel or unfair it was, your only job was to obey. So you just kept crawling, praying that you would reach the toilet soon..
BZZZ!
You practically screeched as the shock collar went off again. You folded onto the ground, pawing at the collar as best you could with your tightly bound hands. Nanny's laughter only made it ache even worse. Why were they being so mean? They should've been proud that you wanted to be a big kid! But they just seemed to want you to use your diapers even more. What did they get out of this?
"Aww, baby.." Nanny cooed. "Come on now, don't just lay there. I'm going to give you another sixty seconds. If you don't make it to the potty after that amount of time, we're just going to have to try again another day."
Sixty seconds? You scrambled back onto all fours, swinging your head around as you tried to make sense of where you were. Pressing onward like a moose trudging through a river, you chose a direction and scrambled in it as quickly as possible. You were like a senseless mutt, whimpering and sniveling as you tried to find your way. It was a sight almost as pathetic as it was adorable.
And in that instant, you knew you had lost. Even if you could somehow reach the potty, Nanny would find a way to make sure you lost. They allowed this whole game because they knew you had no chance of winning. It was over, and it was time to let go. You slumped to the ground, letting your tears fall, swallowing your pride and releasing into the padding around your waist. But it didn't stand a chance of holding against this last flood, and in no time at all, you heard the sound of liquid dribbling on the hard, polished floor. A clear, humiliating indicator of your defeat.
"Aww, is that a little leaky from the baby? That's okay, sweetie!" Nanny smiled, taking away your blindfold as they watched you leak uncontrollably on the floor. "I don't think you're quite ready for the potty if you're leaking on the way there, or if you can't use it when you're on it. Nanny is very proud of you for trying, though!"
Scooping you up, they carried you back over to the stroller. Nanny set you back in it for a few minutes while they took out and laid out a pink changing mat, all while you sniffled and whined and avoided eye contact with the grown-up, eventually covering your eyes entirely so you couldn't see Nanny preparing to even further distance you from potty training. The caregiver made a point of being as loud as possible as they took out the changing supplies and fluffed out a diaper. Then you heard a clicking sound, followed by the sound of something soft being sliced a few times. Something like a soft diaper getting small holes sliced in it to let pee through..
Oh no.
You started crying quietly as the sound of more crinkling and rustling confirmed your suspicions that Nanny was double diapering you. Double diapers were reserved for particularly naughty or leaky littles. In Nanny's eyes, both were your case, so this was as fitting as the diapers would be around your waist. Nanny soon finished with their preparation, and you heard their heels clicking against the ground as they reapproached you. Your hands were gently moved away from your face, revealing a smile that was even brighter and more enthusiastic than usual.
"Shh," Nanny said softly, using a thumb to brush away your tears. "It's okay. It's okay, baby. More than okay, in fact. You're much cuter in diapers than undies or pullups anyways. Trust me, I know all about it. Only grown-ups can be truly potty trained, and that's just not you. Not now. Not anytime soon."
Nanny lifted you out of the stroller and onto the changing mat, quickly undoing your tapes and rolling up the soggy padding into a ball, then wiping you down and sliding the diapers beneath you. They squirted baby lotion into their hands, beginning to gently rub it in. You suckled on your pacifier, still trying to calm yourself. You had to admit, Nanny's touch was really helping with that. So smooth and gentle, never going too fast, never overwhelming you, even when their fingers brushed your most intimate areas. They smiled brightly as you looked up at them for reassurance, leaning down and pecking your tummy affectionately. Slowly, your cries quieted until you were just sulking in silence as the smell of baby powder hit your nose a moment before the cool, ticklish ointment sprinkled down onto you, covering up any other smells in the bathroom.
"It's better this way," Nanny reassured you. "You're much better fitted for diapers and buzzies than you are for undies and big kid playtime. Your diapers feel good anyways, don't they? I promise, undies don't feel nearly as amazing on your baby parts. And diapers have much cuter patterns. Just look at this one I've chosen to put on you along with this white one! It has cute little pink princesses on it- don't you like princesses, baby?"
It was the same one Nanny had fluffed up that morning, only for you to reject it. The smiling princesses on it seemed to mock your failure. You nodded reluctantly as Nanny rubbed the powder in, pushing your legs up to sprinkle your bottom as well. You couldn't help but giggle at how soft everything felt. Especially the heavenly feeling of the cushy padding being folded up over your crotch and wrapped around your waist. Nanny took their time counting out all four tapes of the first, plain white diaper, instructing you to count as well to give you something to focus on. Then they started taping up the promised princess printed diaper. The humiliation of the moment was outweighed by your relief that Nanny still loved you despite your mistakes. You smiled. Nanny beamed.
"There we go! I think you'll be doubled up for a few days, maybe a few weeks," they announced proudly. "Just so that you remember who makes the decisions about who gets to use the potty here. Because it's not you in either case, baby. It's Nanny. And it's that way for a good reason."
Pushing up your legs once again, Nanny delivered three decisive pats to your thickly padded bottom, before ushering you up onto your feet for one final moment of humiliation. Your caregiver picked up the full, leaky diaper and dumped it into your hands. "Hold that. Do you know what that is? You did that, baby. All by yourself. Every single drop of peepee and big kid juices in that diaper came from you. And that's the reason that it'll never be you in charge. You're not a grown-up, and you're not allowed to use the potty. That's not going to change anytime soon, little one. I think you and your sister are both needing a bit of a reminder of where you belong. I'll handle her later, but right now, you're Nanny's primary concern, and they have one more gift for you."
You started to cry again as they teased you. But nothing could have prepared you for what came next.
"Now, Nanny's been holding in their own peepees for a very long time, but I don't think you deserve an example of how a grown-up uses the potty. Hmm.. what's a Nanny to do in a situation like this?" Nanny tugged at the waistband of their yoga pants, letting them drop to the ground. You gulped as you saw the thin, lacy red panties they were wearing, doing little to conceal their own grown-up parts. You started to back away, but Nanny grabbed your hair and pulled you close with a laugh. "No no, Nanny needs you for this part, baby!"
Nanny guided you down to your knees with that firm grip on your hair, turning your head away so you couldn't see them taking off their panties. You felt Nanny let go of your hair and instead pull back the waistband of your diaper, pressing their crotch against your lower back. You started sobbing as you realized what was happening, gasping as hot liquid began to stream down your back and funneled into your diaper. Nanny let out a dramatic sigh of relief, using their free hand to cup your crotch as the diaper grew warmer and wetter. They let out a steady stream of piss for almost twenty seconds before it slowed into a trickle. But they didn't step away until every last drop was safely in your diaper.
"What?" they teased as you whined. "I thought I made it clear that you only potty in your diapers. It shouldn't make a difference if Nanny also pees in it, you're going to be filling it yourself in no time anyways."
You just buried your head in your hands, crying as you heard Nanny putting their clothes back on. What made it even worse is that you could feel how aroused Nanny had been when their grown-up parts made contact with your skin. They got off on bullying you like this, making sure that you felt like a helpless, stupid baby at all times.
"Now that you're all nice and wet, I think it's about time for your nap. The wetter you are, the better you sleep. Can you say 'thank you' to Nanny for helping you fill your diapers?"
Defeated and demure, your shoulders slumped as Nanny guided you into a warm, soft embrace. You had to admit, Nanny's touch was a much cozier feeling than sitting in a stroller being wheeled to the potty, or sitting on the potty itself. It was where you belonged, as much as your diapers were. You buried your head in your Nanny's shirt, and you choked out your final words.
"Fank you, Nanny. I wuv you.."
"Good baby."
It had been a long day. You had a humiliating, intense morning, and the afternoon did little to help you recover from it, especially after Nanny had made sure everyone else knew that you had failed a potty training test that morning. You had been subjected to teasing from other littles and other caregivers up until your bedtime, which Nanny had decided would be two hours early. That night, Nanny was happy to watch as you curled up in your crib, a content smile on your face despite the harsh treatment that you had experienced at their hand today. They hoped that you would know better for next time. Potty training just wasn't for babies like you. Not until Nanny decided you were big enough to.
Picking up their favorite paddle from where they had set it on the coloring desk, they exited your nursery, softly shutting the door as to not wake you from your well-deserved 5PM bedtime. Hopefully you wouldn't be so fussy tomorrow, and would forget all about the potty by then. In the meantime, Nanny had a silly little toddler to punish, one that had been a bit too big for her britches for quite a while now. Nanny could handle a bit of cockiness over using the training potty, but they drew the line at inspiring the idea that you could start potty training. She had looked a bit too smug when Nanny had made everyone aware of what happened to you this morning.
It was about time someone put her back in her place. Self-proclaimed "big" girls could take big punishments. A thoroughly paddled bottom, a couple weeks on a gag order, and a couple months back in thick diapers having her potty training meticulously coerced out of her. To remind her that Nanny could take away her privileges at any time. That would suffice for the angel of death softly treading down the hallway towards their next victim.
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