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It was always hard to wake up, especially when you were put in the shared nursery instead of your private one. Something about hearing the content, pacified mumbles of your siblings around you was infinitely more comfortable than any lullaby or recording that Nanny could play for you. It was as if hearing them so happy made you know that you were safe, and that it would all be okay until Nanny came to get you. And that wasn't even considering the fact that there was a lullaby playing softly overhead, plus a weighted blanket swaddled around you, pinning your arms to your side and rendering coherent movement nearly impossible. Nothing was more blissful than knowing that nothing was your problem, and that you didn't even have to move until Nanny wanted you to.

The morning routine was down to a science. With only four littles currently staying with Nanny in the big nursery for overnight visits, it was easy. It meant that it only took about an hour for them to get everyone up and ready to be dressed for playtime, while the rest of their staff working in the early morning made sure that the nursery and the day's activities were ready for said playtime. By the time the overnight littles were ready, the influx of daytime littles would usually be coming in as well, and you would be ready to play with your friends and siblings.

A soft click of the door, followed by the gentle thudding of heels against the soft pastel pink carpet of the nursery, indicated the presence of Nanny. They didn't even need to speak to make it known to anyone awake that they were there. But hearing their actual voice grounding you to this new day was a treat as well. They always made an announcement beforehand so that all the littles had a bit of time to stir before Nanny came to get them. Of course, it wasn't always effective, being in the room was just too soothing.

"Wakey wakey, everyone.. Mrs. Sun is up and ready to see all of your cute little faces, okay?"

You heard them approach one of the cribs near yours, bending over the rails and cooing hello at the person inside it. They received a muffled groan in response, which they answered with more cooing and doting. You tucked your head underneath your pillow, wanting to crave the warm comfort of your crib for as long as possible. In your head, there was no reason for you to be awake before Nanny was ready for you. So you closed your eyes, and enveloped yourself in a peaceful cocoon as Nanny went through their routines with other littles. You were almost off in dreamland again by the time you felt a hand gently rubbing your hip.

"Aww, sleepy baby.. there'll be lots more time to sleep later, don't worry! If you're still tired in a couple hours, we can get you down for an extra long nap instead of just an hour," Nanny told you as they lifted the pillow off your head, making you groan as you were exposed to disgusting, awful light. Granted, the light wasn't all that bright— Nanny never put it more than halfway up the dimmer before everyone was fully awake. But you grumbled and squirmed anyways, now eager to get out of your swaddle so you could cover your eyes again.

"My, my. Someone really doesn't like their wakey time today," Nanny commented, carefully undoing your swaddle and tossing the blanket in a nearby hamper to be washed. That would be someone else's dirty work to do, though. Nanny had plenty of dirty work to do with you, as they returned to your crib. They inhaled through their nose, and it wrinkled. "Is that full diaper making you all comfy cozy in your crib? Is that why you don't want to get up?"

Uh-oh. It's that obvious..

Obvious or not, Nanny wasn't satisfied with just smelling your accident. Fingers delicately toyed with the snaps on your onesie. Button by button, you became more and more exposed to them. You weren't given a choice, or an option for input at all. Nanny just did it. Having every bit of independence stripped away, to the point where you couldn't even wipe your own butt, was lovely in ways that you would never be able to describe to your average person without sounding absolutely nuts. But that was okay, because Nanny's nursery was built to hide fragile little ones from the prying eyes of the average person.

"Let's see the damage.." mused Nanny as they slipped your legs out of the pant legs, holding them up in the air with their non-dominant hand as their dominant landed a firm pat right on your diapered crotch. You let out a sharp breath through your nose as the padding molded against your privates with a characteristic squelching sound. Nanny let out a tiny snicker, and squished it again, making you jerk. You always got extra sensitive when you went more than a few hours without being touched— it was one of Nanny's favorite parts about waking you up in particular. The feeling went from pleasant to humiliating though, as soon as Nanny moved to grab your butt.

The caregiver didn't say anything for a few seconds. Technically, they didn't have to say anything. The squishing and the stench spoke volumes. It was already beyond obvious that you had done a lot in that diaper overnight. However, asking Nanny not to tease one of their babies was like asking a bunny not to hop. And when they were messy? Well, it was like placing an open cookie jar on the counter and expecting a little not to steal at least one cookie from it. It was too easy. Too good of an opportunity to miss out on it.

"Oh my goodness, that's a LOT of stinkies, baby! I knew that stench had to come from somewhere.. I could smell it from across the nursery. I think you win the prize for the biggest stinker this morning! Maybe Nanny will get you a medal for all your hard work, but let's get you out of a crib so I can get a better look at this.." Nanny lowered the side of the crib and rolled you up into a sitting position, ignoring your whine as you sat right on your messy bottom. They rolled up the pant legs and shimmied the pajama set over your head.

"Come on, baby, can you be a little squirmy wormy and get down from this crib?" they coaxed, placing their hands on your shoulders and guiding your body through a shuffling motion that had you sliding off the crib, your feet touching down on the carpeted floor. The pajamas joined your swaddling blanket in the hamper, and you shivered as the cool air of the nursery hit your near naked body. Nanny grabbed your arm in one hand to keep you from wandering, while the other pulled back the waistband of your diaper to fully investigate the crime.

"Wow, honey. That is definitely the biggest poopoo of the morning; I think someone must've had at least a couple of oopsie-poopsies overnight! Are you such a good little stinky baby for Nanny?" They let go of the waistband and went back to groping your backside, this time far more aggressively, quite literally rubbing in what you had done. You started to fuss now, just wanting this to be over with. You might have been fine with the messy diaper when it was nice, warm, and encased in your pajamas and swaddling blanket. But now that it was hanging off your hips as you stood there awkwardly, you wanted nothing more than to be in a clean one. You took a step forward, and Nanny landed a swat on your inner thigh. It wasn't painful, but it was firm, and the message was clear.

We're not done here until Nanny says so.

Luckily for you and your tush, Nanny was willing to let the minor infraction go. After all, it was first thing in the morning, and they had a job to do, getting all of you dressed and ready for the day. You looked over towards the door. Since there were only four of you, you could all fit in the four-seater stroller— your favorite stroller out of the four types that they used here— to the point that sometimes you would beg Nanny to go on a ride in it with you and your friends. You smiled as you saw the other three littles already freshly diapered and strapped into the seats of that very stroller, ready to be wheeled off to their next stop.

"Come on, you yucky little baby," teased Nanny as they tugged you towards the changing table. "I know you'd stay in your poopy diapees forever if you had the chance, but Nanny doesn't want you getting an ouchie from diaper rash. We'll get you in a nice thick diaper for the morning, and then we can all go get dressed together!"

You clambered up on the changing table after Nanny tapped on your hip. You blinked the last of the sleep out of your eyes as Nanny focused on securing straps around your limbs. You weren't allowed to go unrestrained on a changing table anymore— you'd had one too many incidents from being too squirmy and sensitive when Nanny touched you between your legs. So you were strapped down— or rather, your upper half was strapped down, and your legs were in cuffs mounted overhead, keeping them up and out of the way. Once you were safely restrained, Nanny rolled on a pair of latex gloves. Then the caregiver made quick work of untaping your soiled diaper, playfully wafting their hand in front of their nose again.

"I think I might need a clothespin for my nose the next time I change you, sweetie," they commented as they graced your bottom with a wipe. It took four wipes for Nanny to get your bottom clean. Once that was over with, they put the used wipes and gloves inside the diaper, balled it shut, and tossed it into the diaper pail. After that, they ducked under the table to pick out a new diaper for you. Nanny rummaged for several seconds, before letting out a triumphant little hum, and popping back up with a thicker diaper. It was primarily white, but decorated with dark blue stars, and kittens wearing astronaut helmets. Meowstronauts, they were fittingly called. Nanny was quite fond of how they looked on you, so it wasn't an uncommon choice for your morning diaper.

Crinkle crinkle, rustle rustle, went the diaper as Nanny fluffed it out to its full thickness, paying special attention to kneading the crotch area and ensuring everything was broken up in there. You waited patiently. Now that the monstrous overnight diaper was off of you, you could have waited forever for Nanny to get a new one on you. Once Nanny was satisfied with the thickness, they slid the back of it underneath you, fidgeting with the flaps to line them up. They tested the fit by folding the front over your crotch. Giving a nod of approval, they moved onto the next stage of the diaper change.

"We'll get some baby lotion on you this time as well. I think your skin needs some extra protection after that disaster," they laughed as they came back holding two different bottles. One was said baby lotion, the other was the baby powder that they always applied. You clung to the table, chewing on your pacifier as Nanny put several squirts of lotion onto one hand. They held it out to you for a moment. "Doesn't that smell so yummy, angel? I'm sure it's been a minute since you smelled anything besides your own stink!Don't get used to that, though. You're going to pooping yourself for me for a very, very long time."

Can't they just give it a rest now? An impatient whine escaped from behind your pacifier, and Nanny let out a laugh— far more genuine than their previous giggles and snickers as they teased you.

"Okay, okay! I'm not wrong, though. Nanny's never wrong, and they're very proud of what a good job you did last night," Nanny pressed their lotion-covered hand into your nether region, smoothing it gently across everywhere that your diaper would touch. They started with your bottom cheeks, covering them in a nice, even layer of the creamy substance, before moving onto your privates. Scrunching your eyes shut, you tried really hard to not think about the touch too much, lest your brain drown in horniness. As always, your baby parts felt like they were on fire. But Nanny didn't comment on it. Perhaps the first thing they hadn't teased you about today— yet.

"Isn't that just lovely?" Nanny spoke softly as they finished rubbing in the lotion, delivering a light pat to your bottom. "Such a cute little bottom.. I think it's even cuter in padding though, so let's finish up here with your favorite part!"

You watched them pick up the bottle of baby powder, sprinkling a generous amount onto your crotch. If your nose hadn't been flooded with the smell of the lotion, it was definitely flooded with that of the powder. It smelled sweet and sharp at the same time, giving it that characteristic baby smell that made you feel at home. Your eyes closed a little bit as they renewed the process of rubbing the soft substance into your skin. It was so easy to drift off into your own world during diaper changes. There was nothing to worry about— Nanny was here to do the worrying for you. Against your will, a blissful moan rose from your chest and slipped out of your mouth.

"Ohhh, I know! Baby likes their diapee changes, don't they?" You didn't open your eyes as you nodded in response to Nanny's question. The feeling of their hand moved from your crotch to your outer thigh, and the changing table creaked slightly as Nanny leaned down to place a kiss on your forehead. Your eyes opened, and you giggled involuntarily. Nanny patted your thigh before focusing on wrapping the diaper over your most vulnerable area. One tape.. two tapes.. three tapes.. four tapes.. and you were diapered once again. Nanny took several moments to fuss over the fit, sliding their fingers under the leg cuffs to ensure your leak guards were in position.

"Now that's a cute diaper butt!" they accentuated every word with a firm pat to your bottom. "Now, let's get you in the stroller with your siblings, and we can go get you dressed up like a good little dolly. How does that sound?"

It was a rhetorical question. Nanny didn't care one bit for how that sounded to you. They were going to do it anyways, and how humiliating your outfit was depended on how good you were, and how mean Nanny was feeling. Nanny undid the restraints, but instead of walking you over to the stroller like they had the changing table, they scooped you up and cradled you against their chest as they carried you to it. In no time at all, you were seated beside one of your sisters, Ashley, with your body strapped in with a five-point harness. Now that you were all there, Nanny propped the door open and wheeled the stroller out into the main hallway.

The reason the four-seater stroller was your favorite wasn't just because of the unimaginably plush, cozy seats and secure straps that bound you to it. That was a feature of all the strollers. This one was actually quite wagon-like, with four short walls rising up around the seats. But instead of having the typical wagon handle for pulling and anchoring, it actually did have the same handlebar that most strollers did. And the walls were net, which pretty made made the stroller a bassinet with seats and wheels— and an overtop canopy that could be removed as needed. The seats could also be adjusted any which way to be facing forward as if they were riding in the coziest and slowest roller coaster ever, inward as if the four inhabitants were having a tea party without a table, backwards to face Nanny as they pushed you, or outward and back-to-back as if you were at a parade.

The latter was the function Nanny chose today, so you and your friends, as you always did, pretended you were at a parade. You occupied yourself with giggling and waving at the pictures on the walls as if they were the audience and people around you, even blowing kisses to the crowd. You weren't shy about covering up your exposed nipples or your fresh diaper, unlike Ashley beside you, who was whining and trying to use her stuffed chicken to hide both at the same time. You felt sorry for her; she had only started coming to the nursery a couple weeks ago, so she was still new and clinging onto her last bits of dignity. On the other end of the spectrum, it hadn't even occurred to you that it might be embarrassing to be exposed to everyone around you.

Not that anybody you didn't know would be looking at you. The nursery was private property and had very strict security, with a thorough vetting process for anyone entering, and if necessary, lockdown spaces to hide littles in if there were to be intrusions. Nanny had also turned down various journalists trying to get a look at the "littles" that people whispered about when they glimpsed the building on a walk or drive by. Littles weren't a juicy neighborhood gossip subject, Nanny always emphasized upon the intake of a new little, and the privacy and safety of them were the top priorities in their nursery. So the only people that really got to see you like this were Nanny, their trusted staff, and of course, other little ones.

Clearly, Ashley hadn't reconciled with that like you had.

She continued to fuss as you all continued your field trip down the hallway. On the way, you passed the pool room, where littles would be dressed up in swim diapers, water wings, and sometimes flippers, and enjoy a few hours at the pool. Right across from the pool room was the play-park, the dream world of any little, full of colorful tunnels, twisty slides, and even a ball pit, just to list a few. That room was usually reserved for littles who did something exceptionally good that day, since it was a bit chaotic to have every little in there at once. Next down the main hallway was the bathroom— and no, there wasn't any toilets in it, it was just for bath time. And across from it was the crafts room, where all the spare coloring books were stored, and full of all the art supplies you would ever need for a project. It even had a few musical instruments for littles wanting to make some tunes.

After that, the hallway split off into three segments. The one on the right led to reception, where littles could get checked in for their stay. The one going straight went to the main play area, which was usually their fourth stop of the day— though sometimes Nanny would shake it up. But Nanny took the left segment, and wheeled the littles only a bit further. The firsts rooms in this section were the cafeteria, the third stop, and your second stop, the dressing room. They were right across from each other, and not far from the bathroom either in case you made a mess while eating and needed to be redressed or bathed. The dressing room was on the left, and Nanny wheeled the stroller to a stop, putting down a brake to ensure it didn't move while they propped open the door to the dressing room.

Sometimes you wondered why the dressing room was so far from the nap room, and when you were fairly new to the nursery, you had asked Nanny about it. Nanny had giggled and told you that you would figure it out eventually. And indeed, you did. As time passed and you found yourself taking that same trip more and more often, you realized it. The stroller ride was only a couple minutes long, but in either direction, it gave you a rare chance to just.. exist. The atmosphere of the nursery was busy enough that most of the time, you didn't really have a chance to just sit there. You were always playing, or eating, or napping, or one of the various other activities the nursery offered. But here? You could think as deeply as you wanted, or you could just melt into the comfort of the stroller and turn your mind off. And if you needed to think, it gave you a chance to do so before your nap so you didn't keep yourself awake.

It was those sorts of small things that made the nursery what it was. Everything had thought put into it, from things as unremarkable as the positioning of the rooms, to the schedule and routines curated for every individual little. You had no idea how Nanny and their staff did it. But they did, and you savored it. Nanny emerged from the dressing room with a bright smile, lifting up the brake and pulling the stroller into the room by the front. Ashley started to squirm more, making muffled squeaks through her pacifier as she eagerly awaited the opportunity to be dressed. One of her elbows bumped into your shoulder, and you let out an annoyed yelp.

Finally, Nanny's sharp eyes raked over your squirming sister, who had wrapped her arms over her breasts as best she could, while clutching her stuffed chicken between her thighs— though it didn't do a lot to hide the bulging diaper between her legs. But even the attempt was considered an infraction to Nanny, who approached the seat, their lips curving into a devious, almost sadistic smile as they got to get in their second lick of the day. They placed their hands on your Ashley's knees, subtly forcing her legs open as they leaned down to be nose-to-nose with her.

"Uh-oh! Is baby girl a little embarrassed that everyone can see her pretty titties and her thick diaper? Honey, it's okay, they're very used to being exposed for anyone to see. They've been in diapers forever and ever, just like you're going to be!"

Ashley shriveled on the spot, whining as she pressed further back into her seat to try and give herself a little space. But it just made it easier for Nanny to pin her down when she was at her absolute smallest. Their hands ripped her arms away from her breasts, lifting them up and cuffing them into the optional hand restraints on either side of the little's head. After that, they grabbed the stuffed chicken and playfully bounced it on her thigh as they delivered their next barrage of teasing.

"Someone doesn't seem to quite realize that they're not allowed to cover up in Nanny's nursery yet. We'll have to make sure you understand that you don't get those privileges anymore," they crooned, letting their breasts get in her face as they pressed down into her. "You're too little for privacy, sweetie. That's why you don't get things like bras or panties either. Those are for big girls who do big girl things; and that's not you anymore."

Your sister whined, but this time it wasn't just pure distress. It was a feeling that you were all too familiar with— she was turned on, and everybody here knew it. Nanny advanced even further on the young girl, their grin verging on predatory at this point. You hated being on the receiving end of this devilish side of Nanny, but there was something.. fun.. about seeing them use it on someone else. They grabbed a hold of Ashley's own breasts, gently caressing their thumbs over her nipples until they visibly hardened under their touch. "These belong to Nanny now, sweetie. That means that I can do as I please with them. I can touch them and show them off as much as I'd like. It's not your decision, and you're too little to take matters into your own hands."

Nanny only made it worse by moving their hand down to her diaper. It was too thick to get the sensation that Ashley seemed to be craving now. But that didn't prevent Nanny from groping her princess parts through the fluffy padding. "And this especially is Nanny's to take care of now. You're much, much too little for that type of big girl fun anymore. Nothing beneath this diaper is worth using in that manner when it belongs to such an immature little girl. But if you're extra good today, even without your clothing privileges this morning, I'll make sure you get some more age appropriate fun in your diapers."

Ouch. Not being able to wear clothes for the entire morning wouldn't be fun for the poor girl, but it was a punishment that fit the crime perfectly, without being too intense for the girl who was still so new to this lifestyle. She gave a defeated mewl against her Nanny's breast, and they drew back, but not without giving her padding one more quick squeeze to make her even more worked up. "That's it, sweetheart. Sit pretty and be a good girl. And don't you try to cover up anymore, or Nanny will make sure everyone sees how pretty your bottom is when it's all nice and sore from my paddle."

Ashley may have been new, but she seemed to understand when she shouldn't push anymore. She just slumped back in her seat, knowing there was no longer a reason to look forward to being in this room. Nanny then looked at you, bending down and undoing your harness. "Let Nanny see that shoulder, baby. Let's make sure your sister didn't give you a booboo when she elbowed you like that."

"She didn't meanta," you replied as they lifted you out of the stroller and placed you on your feet.

"Oh, I know," Nanny replied, caressing one hand over your shoulder as they examined it closely. "Accidents happen, but it's always best to be cautious, especially when it comes to the wellbeing of my babies. But it doesn't look like you have any ouchies, so you're ready to be dressed! Can you show Nanny what a good little helper you can be, and go pick out a new paci and clip for me? Do you remember where you can find those?"

You did. There was a filing cabinet with four drawers in the corner of the room, where Nanny kept all of the spare pacifiers, soothers, and similar accessories when they weren't in use. The top two drawers of the filing cabinet were full of pacifiers. You rummaged through them, eager to make a good choice. You didn't always get to choose your own pacifier, so you wanted to make the best of this chance; and you already knew which one you wanted. You dug through until you found a cat-themed pacifier. It had two "ears" protruding from the light purple shield and a white pawprint symbol on the button. Perfect to match your diaper. Now you just needed a clip.

Ducking down to the third drawer, which was split into three sections with a divider, you rummaged through the middle section, containing all the regular paci clips. You didn't find anything that stood out to you, so you just found a different one in the right section— the one that had all the nursery's custom-made paci clips with all of your names on them. Finding the one with your name on it, you also grabbed a star charm from the left section, before closing the drawer. You considered checking the fourth drawer for a teething toy as well, but decided to leave it, just in case you got in trouble for sticking your hands somewhere you weren't given explicit permission to stick them. That was a big no-no in Nanny's nursery.

Toddling over to Nanny, your thick diaper pushing your thighs apart, you presented your choices to them. Nanny examined them, gave an approving nod, and attached the clip and charm to your pacifier. "Good job! Now, let's find a cute little outfit to match your choices."

You knew you wouldn't be given much input on this part, so you put your hands behind your back and politely followed them as they rustled through a roller bar holding about thirty onesies in your size. Eventually, you heard a little "aha!" followed by Nanny turning and facing you with a hanger in hand. While you had kept up more with the cat theme, Nanny had chosen to build on the space theme, with a dark blue onesie dotted with pink shooting stars, yellow crescent moons, and a big silver rocket embroidered right on the chest. "How does this look?"

Another rhetorical question, you knew you couldn't actually say no unless you wanted a sore bottom and a far more humiliating outfit— if you got one at all. Luckily though, you actually liked this one quite a lot. Bouncing on the balls of your heels, you squeaked and made grabby hands at the onesie. Nanny beamed and waved the onesie. "Oh, is this what you want? Nanny's little kitty going to the stars? Whose the cutest little astronaut? Is it you?"

You giggled, and made the grabby hands motion again, knowing that it melted Nanny's heart like few other things could. Nanny practically ripped the onesie off the hanger, putting it back on the rack. You held your arms up as they rolled it over your head, slipping your arms through the long sleeves. Afterwards, you started to squirm as you itched to return to your stroller, but as Nanny did up the snaps on the crotch, they delivered a firm pat to your bottom, causing small clouds of powder to poof out the sides.

"No no, sweetie, I know you want to play, but we're not done here yet. We still have to brush your hair and get something on your feetsies so they don't get cold while you're playing, okay? After that I'll get your siblings dressed, we'll all go eat breakfast, and then we can go play."

Nanny swapped the pacifier currently in your mouth in exchange for the cat one with its accessories, attaching the other end of your pacifier clip to the collar of your onesie. You sighed sadly as Nanny led you to the chair in front of the mirror, gesturing for you to sit down as they retrieved a hairbrush and some product to help keep your hair healthy. You tried hard not to squirm anymore, but you couldn't help your feet and knees from wiggling as you waited for Nanny to be done. Their hands were gentle as they massaged the product into your hair, before giving it a good brush. Thankfully, they didn't style your hair fancy at all, so all you had to worry about was them retrieving a pair of socks. They chose a pair of fleecy dark purple socks, and to your dismay, light pink booties.

"Nanny!" you whined. "No booties!"

You didn't like arguing with Nanny, you knew that could never end well. But when you saw the booties, you lost every ounce of self-control you had. However, the way their eyebrows arched made you immediately regret saying anything. "Yes, booties. I think you have a little too much energy to be on your feet by yourself today. If you feel like arguing, I can help you work out some of that energy with that friend of mine I just used— she's not only good for brushing hair, you know."

You slumped. You should have known the only thing it would get you was a threat. "Sowwee, Nannee.."

Nanny gave you a final stern look, before they rolled up the socks, holding them up by your bare feet for easy access. "In."

You didn't need to be told twice. Your toes slipped into the socks, and they rolled them up over your knees. The booties followed immediately after. Nanny wasn't wasting anymore time, and you supposed that was what you had wanted. But they didn't need to make it so humiliating. It only became worse when you realized Nanny had no intentions of carrying back to the stroller. They lowered you onto the floor, walked over to the stroller, and stood there waiting for you. You crawled after them, not meeting their eyes as they watched your every move. As Nanny picked you up, you were mortified to feel a tear slip down your face. They hadn't deserved your attitude or your impatience.

"Oh, shhh," Nanny cooed as they realized you were crying. "It's okay, honey. Nanny's not mad. Nanny loves you, did you know that? You don't need to be upset, little one.."

"Sowwee," you repeated.

"Do you know how you can make it up to Nanny?" Nanny asked softly. "If you play all nice and happy in your booties until naptime, I might let you out of them in the afternoon and we can go have fun in the playpark. Does that sound nice, honey? I bet it does, but you have to be an extra good baby this morning, and listen to everything Nanny says, starting with letting them feed you without fussing. Do you think you can do that for me?"

Sniffling, you nodded. Nanny sealed the deal by wrapped one of their pinkies around your own. "I pinkie promise, baby."

They held you to their chest for a few more seconds, bouncing you in an attempt to soothe your tears, and rhythmically patting your tush. It made it easy to calm down, as you knew you still had a chance to make Nanny happy today. Your hands tugged at their shirt a little bit, and Nanny laughed as they put you back in your seat, buckling you back in. "You stay right there until Nanny has your siblings ready, okay?"

It took about half an hour for Nanny to finish with the other three littles. Though Ashley wasn't allowed to wear anything that covered her chest or diaper, Nanny still got her in frilly white socks, a cow-print pacifier with a pastel rainbow clip, and put her hair into twin braids. Meanwhile your other two siblings, Nitya and Lola, were dressed in bright orange monarch butterfly-themed dress, and a light blue tropical ocean-themed onesie with lots of colorful fish, respectively. After tucking them back into their seats, Nanny clapped their hands.

"Okay, little ones! It's time to say good morning to your babysitters, let's go get settled in your highchairs and you can have some yummy food!" They pushed the stroller forward as they spoke, right across the hallway into the cafeteria. As opposed to the quiet coziness of the dressing room and the nap room, the cafeteria was loud and rambunctious. Some of the early bird littles were already there, about six total. A few were using their hands to eat their food off their platters, and others were being spoonfed by the babysitters, the term used for Nanny's staff. Two babysitters came over to help the four littles out of the stroller.

"Careful with that one," Nanny said to one of them as they lifted Ashley out of the seat beside yours. They bent down and started unbuckling you as they spoke. "She's been quite fussy this morning, as you can tell by her not being allowed to wear anything except socks today. Best cuff her hands down and just give her some formula, she hasn't earned solid food privileges this morning."

"Gotcha!" replied the babysitter. "I think I can handle anything she throws at me. After all, I can just put some clamps on those cute little boobies if she decides to be grumpy."

You were left alone with Nanny, who smiled at you, squeezing one of your hands as you were freed from the harness. "C'mon, we'll get you in a highchair, and then we can clean your face and get you some formula."

Maintaining their grip on your hand, they pulled your arm over their shoulder, placing their hand under your tush for the umpteenth time that morning, and pulling you up out of the stroller. Without any difficulty, they found a highchair to lock you into. This time, you were restrained. You knew you had earned it by testing Nanny's patience this morning, so you didn't whine or complain anymore. Nanny kissed your forehead and went over to the kitchen area to grab what they needed. While you were waiting, you looked around to see what the other littles were eating. It seemed like waffles were on the menu for the morning. You wondered if Nanny would be getting you those, or just a bottle.

You shouldn't have needed to guess. You knew that Nanny would take any opportunity to further infantilize you. And sure enough, they returned with a tall plastic baby bottle, a pack of wipes, a burp cloth, and a matching bib for your onesie— they had come in a 2-in-1 package sent by one of the companies that Nanny worked closely with. Nanny set down the bottle, cloth, and pack on the platter for a moment while they detached your paci clip, removed your paci, and placed them next to the bottle. After attaching the bib to your neck, they grabbed a wipe and gently cleaned off your face until you were giggling and ducking away from the ticklish touch. Nanny laughed and picked up the bottle, shaking it lightly. "Okay, sweet baby, let's drink up, okay? This'll get your tummy nice and full so you have lots of energy to play with your friends!"

Your mouth opened, and your suckling instincts kicked in as you eagerly accepted the huge nipple into your mouth. There were few feelings better than being bottle-fed in a highchair. One of them was being bottle-fed in Nanny's lap, but there would still be opportunities for that later. You could still appreciate what you were being given now. You could practically feel your tummy filling up. Your eyes drifted shut as you embraced mouthful after mouthful of the sweet, creamy formula. Everything around you had vanished. It was just you, the bottle, and the caregiver holding it, whispering sweet praises to you.

"That's it.." they murmured, stroking your cheek. "My good kiddo.. Nanny loves you so much, you're always so good for your babas.."

After nearly a minute of suckling, you gagged on the nipple, an indicator that you needed a break. Nanny obliged, setting the bottle back on the platter as you gulped in air. In another life, you'd be breathing like this after sucking on something entirely different. But you were too little for that now; Nanny had taken those types of big kid things away from you, and you couldn't be happier about it. Maybe later you'd remember exactly what you had done back then.. but that wouldn't be anytime you were under Nanny's supervision. They knew exactly how to identify when big kid thoughts were coming back. And exactly how to take them away again.

"Oh gosh, honey, look at that! You're just making messes all over the place for Nanny today," Nanny gasped, pointing at your bib, where small but noticeable dribbles of formula had spattered onto it. "I was debating whether or not to get you one, but it's a good thing I did! You messy, messy thing, you can't be trusted without one.."

You opened your mouth and let out a burp in response, making them burst out laughing. "Goodness, that was a big burp for such a little baby! Nanny will make sure to give you a good burping after this."

After about thirty seconds, Nanny picked the bottle back up. "Okay, I think that's enough time with your mouth unoccupied. C'mon, the faster you drink up, the faster we can go to play."

That was a good motivator. Almost too good, because as soon as you started suckling eagerly, you realized you had gone too fast and burst out coughing, tears involuntarily springing to your eyes as formula spattered all over the place. Nanny jumped back to avoid the explosion, their heels skidding on the floor as they struggled to remain on balance in their haste. As soon as the worst of it had landed, they reapproached with the burp cloth and held it to your mouth.

"Oh, honey. You know you can't go too fast, don't you? Such a naughty kiddo.."

Did I blow it already?

For a moment, fear clutched an icy grip on your heart as you imagined all the different punishments that Nanny could and had inflicted on you before. You whimpered into the cloth as it covered your mouth. But Nanny didn't look angry or unimpressed. In fact, they still seemed amused. If you were in trouble, they sure weren't acting like it. They just leaned down and patted your head. A babysitter came over with a small glass bottle of water, which Nanny accepted with a grateful nod, putting the burp cloth down and holding the new bottle to your mouth. You didn't have to be told in words, you were grateful for the change of pace. You loved the formula, but when you choked on it, it really hurt your chest. Thankfully, the water helped soothe your throat, and after a few moments, you were feeling a lot better.

"Wow, good job! Now, let's be more careful this time," they said calmly as they held up the formula. "If I have to tell you to go slow again, you'll get a spanking and you can spend the afternoon playing in the bouncer instead of the playpark. And we don't want that, oh no no no!"

Judging by the impish glint in Nanny's eyes, they actually would be quite happy to spank you to tears and stuff you in the bouncer for a long afternoon. But to you, that idea couldn't be more unappealing— unless they tacked on nothing but salad for dinner, of course. Tenderly this time, you took the nipple in again and sort of just let the formula flow naturally in, squeezing the nipple occasionally with your tongue and teeth to help it out. You made it through the entire bottle without any further issues, and even washed it down with the rest of the water to please Nanny.

"Good job!" Nanny leaned down and patted your crotch through the diaper. "Still dry, but that water and formula should help you use your diaper in no time at all. I don't think I'll need to use any poopy medicine on you today, will I? You're going to do exactly what you did overnight, okay?"

As they freed your hands from the cuffs on the highchair, you immediately covered your eyes in, still feeling shy and sensitive after your coughing fit. Even more so after a little hiccup escaped you, reminding both you and Nanny about what they needed to do next. Lifting the platter off the highchair, Nanny picked you up in one arm as they carried the platter to the kitchen sink to be washed later. Grabbing the pacifier, wipes, and cloth off of it, Nanny headed to a different section of the cafeteria. At first, this spot seemed like change rooms in a clothing store, with thick black curtains hanging over each stall. But this wasn't for changing clothes, not at all. Littles rarely got privacy while having their clothes changed, and the staff had the grown-up facility to change in.

The stalls served three main purposes. The first was breastfeeding for any caregivers that were lactating. The second purpose was bottle-feeding a little on a caregiver's lap. And the third, your case, was having a relatively quiet spot to burp littles. Nanny carried you into one of the stalls and pulled the curtain shut behind them. You were set down on all fours in front of the loveseat as Nanny sat down and draped the burp cloth over their left shoulder. Hauling you up into their lap, they began the process of burping you. They would rub circles on your back for a couple moments, before patting it gently. All while bouncing you on their knee ever so slightly. This motion was so soothing that you could've fallen asleep again. But as you opened your mouth to let out a blissful sigh, a much less dignified BRRRP came out instead.

"Wow, you had a lot of air in there!" Nanny exclaimed. "Sounds like we're almost done here, but can you give me a couple more, baby?"

Nanny spent a few more minutes giving you that motion, and got two more burps out of you, one of which sent up a little bit of spittle as well. After that, they were sure you had nothing left to give them, but they still spent another ten minutes rocking you and patting your back. It was utopian. You weren't even worried about making it to playtime, not even as you heard your friends excitedly leaving the cafeteria. As long as you could be with Nanny, you were happy. At some point, the pacifier had found your mouth, and the bib was gone. You blinked tiredly as Nanny shifted beneath you.

"Okay, sleepyhead. We'll get you down for an early nap today since you still seem so tired, but right now, it's time to go play!"

You almost protested when you heard something about an early nap, but you caught yourself in time. You were treading a fine line already, between fussiness and brattiness. Besides, if Nanny thought you needed a longer nap.. surely you did actually need it. Nanny always knew what was best for you. It was why you loved it here so much, they always knew how to help you best. So despite the fact that an early nap would be boring, and Nanny would definitely make it humiliating, you accepted your fate without protest. Nanny let out an approving hum.

"Now you're getting it, baby!" Their cheek rubbed against your own, like a cat rubbing up against their favorite human. "Let's go join your friends now."

Instead of getting the stroller again, Nanny just carried you down the hallway, back down the way you came from until you arrived at the fork again. This time, you went down the middle segment, which would take you to the biggest and busiest room in the nursery. There were no other side rooms in this hallway, so this was where most of the littles' yearly art projects would be hung. From your position over Nanny's shoulder, you glimpsed the drawing you had made for Valentine's Day, with you surrounded by hearts containing drawings of everyone you loved. Nanny was included in one of the hearts, and they had been delighted when you showed them the picture. Since then, you and your siblings had filled the walls about half of the way down the hall with various drawings, posters, and even writing pieces from the "bigger" littles.

Eventually though, you arrived at the big, tall metal double doors that indicated the entrance to the main play area. Nanny pushed the door open with one hand, and you saw that everyone was already settled in. You didn't know where to start as Nanny set you down on the floor with one final pat to your bottom. Uncertainly, your head swung from side to side. The three swings were occupied.. as were the arts and crafts tables.. that took away two of your typical options. You were suddenly starting to regret getting there late, even though there was literally nothing you could have down about it. You never liked the big egg spinners, they always made you so dizzy. Playing in the mini basketball court was too overwhelming, littles got awfully competitive in there, and after the morning you'd had, you didn't feel like getting into an argument. Just as your shoulders were about to slump, you caught sight of Ashley waving at you eagerly, her exposure seemingly forgotten in her excitement.

"Over here! We're making a pillow fort!" she shouted.

The pillow fort was propped up on two sides using cushions from the MASSIVE play couch that it was situated beside, and two benches that had been pulled over and stacked on top of each other. Clearly one of the babysitters had brought in extra blankets for the littles to continue their game. Relieved that you had an open option, you crawled to join your friends. Nitya was padding out the "walls" of the fort with pillows. They had their tongue poking at the corner of their lips as a childish indicator of concentration that you found adorable. Meanwhile, you could hear Lola rustling around the outside, tucking the edges of the blanket under one of the benches to make sure it stayed, before racing to the other side and stuffing the other edges into the cracks in the couch.

"Lola! No running!" called Nanny as they supervised the littles in their play. Lola's little feet stopped thudding so rapidly as she acknowledged the order.

"Sorry, Nanny," she called back. "But look at our fort!"

"NO!" Ashley yelled. "No peeking before it's done!"

You heard Nanny laughing from a distance. "You heard the boss, Lola. But once it's done, Nanny will check it out and make sure it's fit for my babies."

Nitya bit their lip. "Uh-oh. We have to make this fort really good now."

Ashley rolled her eyes. She might've been new, but when it came to playing with other littles, she had the attitude of someone who had been coming her for years and years. She was good fun, but she was often bossy and had quite the temper. "It's already a good fort! Just keep reinforcing the walls, and make it nice and cozy in there."

Nitya looked at you. "Do you wanna do the walls or do you wanna make it cozy?"

"I'll cozy it up," you replied, grabbing the duvets in the blanket pile first to spread across the floor as an extra layer of cushioning. Not that you needed it with the soft carpet in this part of the play area, but it was always good to be safe. Then, you used the fleece blankets to create a second layer, keeping a couple of them folded to create elevated 'beds.' At some point while doing this, you felt an additional warmth spreading through your diaper, but you only noticed for a moment before you got distracted again. Ashley sat guard at the entrance, making sure nobody tried to snoop. Lola was supposed to be guarding the other entrance, but she poked her head in to see what you and Nitya were doing.

"Do you want extra deco?" she asked you with a mischievous grin.

"From where.." You barely had time to finish the question before Lola dashed away. Shrugging, Then you heard the rumbling, and you and Nitya let out simultaneous groans. You loved Lola, but she was so excessive. Sure enough, she had dragged over an entire toybox for you to decorate with. A few moments later, you heard the sharp voice interrupt your games again.

"Lola." That was Nanny. "What did I say about running, baby?"

Lola's face dropped. She clearly knew that she was in trouble now. And being in trouble with Nanny could never end well. The caregiver walked around the couch to the back of the fort where Lola stood. Then, they shoved the poor girl onto the part of the couch that still had cushions. You lifted up a tiny part of the blanket so you could see what was going on. Lola let out a squeal that sounded like a tea kettle going off as she landed, and it cut off abruptly as Nanny placed their dominant hand on her chest to pin her down. With their other hand, they undid the snaps on her onesie before grabbing a hold of her thick padding.

"That's a soaked diaper for someone who got a change not too long ago," Nanny commented. "But I'm noticing an awfully pale tushy, there's barely any color on it at all! Perhaps that's why Lola didn't listen when Nanny told her no running? She might need a reminder of how naughty girls get treated.."

You held your breath. It didn't even look like Nanny was going to grab an implement. They just ripped the tapes off her diaper and let the front flop out onto the padded surface of the couch. As soon as her crotch was exposed, Nanny let go of Lola's chest and grabbed her ankles instead, pushing them up into the air to give them unfettered access to her bottom. Then, with their non-dominant hand, they started to rain hard blows on it. You watched, frozen, as Nanny turned her tushy pink while lecturing her about obedience, all while the girl whined and thrashed. Once her bottom was a sufficiently deep shade of red, Nanny gave it a rest, their hard blows turning to soft rubbing as they comforted the poor girl and retaped the diaper over her waist. As they scooped her into an embrace, they turned their head and caught your eyes in a knowing look.

"Little one, is there something you need, or are you just watching your sister take her spankies?"

You didn't answer, because the answer was too embarrassing for both you and Lola. Nanny already knew, though. They gave Lola a single bounce in their arms, slipping a couple fingers underneath the soaked padding to examine her princess parts. A smile came over their face, clearly pleased with what they felt down there. Their fingers re-emerged, but this time, they were coated in a sticky fluid that littles often found themselves leaking involuntarily. They held it up so both you and Lola could see it.

"Did you like your spanking, little Lola? That sticky little kitty tells me you did. I think your friend enjoyed seeing your tushy tanning too, they're practically riveted over there!" Nanny smiled at you, and you gulped, letting the blanket fall, and hoping Nanny would let it go. And uncharacteristically, they did. They just called a goodbye to you, and took Lola away for a change and some more thorough care.

Lola didn't return to the fort that morning. By the sounds of it, Nanny had taken her out of the play area for some additional care. So it was just you, Nitya, and Ashley for the next two hours. Naptime was usually at 1:30pm and could last anywhere from one to three hours depending on how well behaved each little was. And until then, your only concern was perfecting the fort. You did end up using some toys from the bin Lola had dragged over, mostly the plushies and a random set of lights that you found in it. Once the walls were done, Nitya had found a spot at the crafts table, and made some pretty rainbow paper chains that they and Ashley lined the outside of the fort with. The two of them also drew some pictures for you to "hang on" (lean against) the walls.

"We'll open it up for guests in the afternoon," Ashley announced as the three of you laid down on the beds. Nitya nodded in agreement, but as you wrapped yourself up in the soft fleece, you found your eyes drooping. Letting your head rest on the pillow, you decided to let yourself get some well-earned shuteye. At least until Ashley and Nitya decided what they wanted to do for the rest of the morning. You weren't sure how long it had been, but nor did you care now. You closed your eyes.

Just a few minutes.. that's all..

"Uh-oh, that's a tired baby!" A gentle hand patted your back through the blankets. You weren't sure what it was, but you always loved the feeling of being rubbed through a blanket. It made you feel so comfortable. And Nanny gave the absolute best blanket rubs. If you hadn't heard their voice, you would have still known it was them.

"Nanny," whimpered Ashley. "Are they okay?"

You opened one eye. You were still in the blanket fort, but you were joined by a fourth. It seems Ashley had finally let Nanny in, and she and Nitya were watching worriedly. Confusion fogged your brain. What were they both so worried about? Nanny, on the other hand, was smiling. It seemed like they knew something that none of you did. You wondered what it was as they bent down and kissed your cheek. "Sleepy, sleepy baby.. you couldn't even wait for naptime, could you? Yes, Ashley, they're fine. They're just very, very little and very, very tired."

Deftly, they unwrapped you from your blanket. You started to fuss as the soft warmth of your cocoon was taken away. Nanny handed the blankets back to Ashley, who sighed in relief as she saw that you were conscious and okay enough to whine and kick as Nanny wrangled you onto your hands and knees. Their fingers crept under your chin and directed your attention to them. "Shhh, little one. Nanny's got you. It's time for your nap, that's why Nanny's here. It looks like you already beat them to the punch, but that's okay. It just proves that you need this."

"No nap," you mumbled, rubbing your eyes with one hand. But it was for show. Few things sounded better than going down for a nap now.

"Yes, nap," replied Nanny in a stern voice— not too stern, though. Just enough for you to know that they were not going to indulge any misbehavior. Fussiness was one thing, something to be expected. Littles couldn't help it when they were fussy, big emotions were too hard for them to handle any other way. However, brattiness and disobedience.. that could be helped. Those were choices that could be made by a little. And those poor choices would be handled appropriately, often ending with the little sobbing as their bottoms were paddled, or their diapers swelled with the contents of an enema. Consequences were necessary for a submissive little one who chose to push back against what their caregivers decided for them.

So Nanny was offering you a choice— one of the few important choices you ever got in the nursery. You could choose to submit now and let Nanny take care of you. Or you could venture into the trap that many fussing littles got themselves into. You thought for a moment. You wouldn't have minded a punishment at that moment.. but you thought you remembered something nice that Nanny had offered you in exchange for obedience. You didn't remember exactly. But that was okay, Nanny did all the remembering— that was their job. All you had to do was trust them; and when they treated you this gently, that was one of the easiest tasks in the world.

Your fingers sank into the plush mat beneath you. That warm fuzz that you knew so well.. it was starting to fill your brain like fog. Bending forward, you nuzzled your cheek into Nanny's hand. Nanny's widening smile made it worth it. You had made a good choice! And now Nanny was going to make that fuzzy feeling even stronger. You heard Nanny saying something in a warm, soft voice. But all you wanted was for Nanny to take you away from this fort, and put you back all snug in your crib. You made your best puppy eyes at the caregiver, who gave a breathy laugh and patted your bottom.

"Come on, crawl out onto the floor, Nanny can't pick you up here. It's just a few little steps, can you do that for Nanny?" That coaxing tone worked wonders for your muscles, as despite the exhaustion dragging at you, you crawled to the outside of the fort. Immediately the bright lights and loud noises that had been muffled by the blankets overwhelmed you, and you sat down and let out a whine. Nanny crawled out behind you, and once they were on their feet, they picked you up, turning your head into their chest so at least one of those problems was solved. Twenty seconds later, Nanny was shouldering open those same doors that you had crawled through earlier, carrying you straight down the hallway until you reached the nap room again.

Now this is more like it, you thought, daring to turn your head away from your caregiver's chest now. It was just you and Nanny right now. Apparently nobody else was going down for a nap this early. You were sat on the changing table, and you heard a couple clicks as Nanny unlocked and unwound the straps keeping your booties on your feet. Slipping them off, they dropped them beside your crib for when you were done your nap. Your socks also came off. Now it was time for one of Nanny's self-admitted favorite tasks— checking your diaper. They started with just rubbing the front of it through your onesie.

"Ooh.. I think I feel a bit of warmth in there! Did someone have some nice little peepee accidents for Nanny?" Undoing the snaps, Nanny revealed your diaper, and spent a bit more time rubbing circles on the crinkly surface. "Oh, that's definitely a little wet. How many accidents do you think you had, baby?"

You held up one finger. Surely you hadn't had more than one. After all, you only remembered the one, and you were pretty sure you had been dry before. But Nanny didn't seem to think so. More aggressively now, they started mushing your diaper against your nether region. The feeling was startling, humiliating, and delicious. You loved the sound of the squishing and crinkling that made you feel like the safest, littlest baby ever. And the warm wetness of the diaper and the contact they made with your special parts emulated made you feel all tingly down there. The taboo mixture of infantile and grown-up feelings made your cheeks heat up.

"Only one?" asked Nanny, and they put one finger to their chin in a pondering motion. "I don't know about that one, baby. I know counting is hard for someone as little as you, but this feels like a lot more than one accident. And if it was just one with all the formula and water you got.. then you would definitely be holding in some peepees or poopoos. I think you know better than to do that, don't you?"

Full-on blushing now, all you could do was nod as Nanny teased you, both physically and verbally. Nanny's eyes were twinkling— they knew exactly what they were doing. At the nursery, grown-up behavior was usually prohibited. But there were exceptions, and sometimes, you were allowed to have tingly fun under Nanny's supervision. As they fondled you in such an intimate manner, you wondered if Nanny was going to let that happen right now. The very thought was enough to send another accident gushing out of you, this one not entirely pee. Nanny's mouth fell open in a silent "oh" as they felt you do your deed, right in the palm of their hand. This one sent your diaper swelling to near full capacity, becoming dangerously squishy as the stream lasted nearly fifteen seconds.

"Ah, so you were holding a little something. Silly baby. Were you waiting for Nanny to check you to do that?" Nanny asked, on high alert for any infractions. But in this case, you hadn't even noticed needing to go until Nanny pointed it out. It seemed like the last of your breakfast had nearly run its course. It wasn't enough to induce a bowel movement after the insanity of last night, but it sure did make you pee.

"But no stinky presents.." they mused, finally pulling your onesie over your head and tossing it into the hamper. You weren't sure whether it was to you or themself, so you just shook your head shamefully.

"Sowwee, Nanny," you mumbled through your pacifier. "Didn't hafta go poopy."

Nanny's pupils dilated a little bit at your apology. A switch had been flipped in their head, it seemed, at you apologizing for not doing something as degrading as pooping yourself for them. Their intentions changed from playful to downright devious, and they started to cuff you down tightly on the changing table. You watched them work, not taking the time they usually did to tease and talk down to you. You could tell that this was just a mundane task now, something they were trying to get through as quickly as possible so that they could get to the fun stuff. They ducked down below the changing table.

"I'll make you another deal, baby," they said in that delightful too-innocent tone that made you stiffen. Sure enough, when they next resurfaced, they were holding an enormous wireless vibrator in their hand. "I'll give you a date with Mrs. Buzzy before I change you and put you down for a nap. I'll let you go until you make stickies for me, and you'll do what you always need to do during stickies, and tell me about how you love your diapers. In exchange for showing Nanny how much you love your diapers, I'll need a big stinky present from you before dinnertime. And if you don't make me a poopy diaper before then, Nanny will have to punish you for taking and not giving back.."

The deal was clearly only needed affirmation from one involved party. Nanny started mulling over the buttons as they decided how strong they wanted the setting. You started to squirm in anticipation, though your movements were inhibited by the cuffs. The most you could do was sort of roll onto your side, but that did nothing to cover your soaked padding from Nanny. You shivered as soon as you heard the buzzing from the wand. It was so loud, even on the lowest setting. Nanny placed their free hand on your thigh to pin you down and keep you exposed, and their other hand drove the head of the vibrator right into your diaper.

Instantly, you stopped struggling. The noise level wasn't just for show, these vibrators were powerful. More powerful than anything you had ever experienced before coming to the nursery— and the fact that you didn't get to experience this very often made sure that you never really got used to the feeling. Not fully, anyways. You were particularly sensitive among littles to begin with, but when you were under the care of Mrs. Buzzy? It caused you to melt into the changing table like an ice cube under the scorching sun. Fingers curling against the edges of the table, you chewed on the nipple of your pacifier in a splitting rhythm. Though you wanted to close your eyes and bask in this moment, you couldn't look away from Nanny. The image of them smiling down at you would forever be burned in your mind, just like every other time Nanny had given you the opportunity to cum in their care.

"That's it.." Somehow over the nose of the vibrator's humming against the crinkly plastic, you heard Nanny's voice perfectly, in that perfectly sweet, condescending tone. "Ohhh, you love your diapees so much, don't you? Does that feel so good? Do you like it when Nanny lets you have playtime with the buzzy wand?"

Yes… Nanny… Your thoughts were jumbled, but those two managed to get through. You arched your back, thrusting your diaper against Mrs. Buzzy over and over in a humping motion. Nanny's laughter only got you more worked up, and you moaned loudly through your pacifier, clinging onto the table for dear life as you tried to fight and enhance the feeling at the same time. The hand on your thigh, at some point, moved to be resting on your bare tummy, rubbing softly as if trying to help you unwind, all while they maneuvered the vibrator up and down with their other.

"Where's your happy spot, little one? Can you show Nanny where it is?"

You nearly screamed as the vibrator skimmed the spot in question— the most sensitive place below your diaper even in a sea of nerves. It was becoming too much for you to handle in a composed manner, you were practically howling like an animal in heat as your climax built. Nanny kept the vibrator against that spot, refusing to let up. The hand on your stomach moved yet again, this time to hold one of your own. And now, despite the feelings being so, so intense, you knew you didn't have to handle them alone. Ever. In fact, you weren't allowed to handle them alone. This is what you got to have— forever.

"C'mon, little one. Show me what a good little baby you are when you play with Mrs. Buzzy. Make cummies for Nanny, baby!"

That was it, that was everything. You held Nanny's hand in a vice grip as you were driven over the edge. It felt like everything exploded all at once. Your mind blanked, your limbs suddenly lost all function except for grinding yourself up into Nanny's wand, riding it through your climax. A new layer of sticky fluid coated your privates inside your padding, just adding to the mess down there. Behind your pacifier, you smiled, knowing that this one would keep you happy and obsequious for at least the next week. Even if it meant you had to mess before dinner, it was worth it. You rubbed yourself against the vibrator for about ten more seconds before Nanny turned it off and put it away as though nothing had happened.

"That's my good little kiddo," said Nanny as they gave your diaper one last rub before opening it up. "Now let's get all those icky stickies off of you and get you down in your crib, where you belong."

At that point, you were spent. You couldn't even find the energy to squirm as Nanny untaped the soaked padding without another word. They paid special attention to getting you clean this time— you didn't even flinch at how cold the wipe was like you usually did. Your caregiver did as they said they would and got every last drop of that yucky big kid fluid off of you.

"Silly baby," they went on, putting the used wipes inside the diaper. "It's really cute that your body keeps making these useless little stickies. But it's nothing like what grown-ups get to do. For you.. it's just a type of accident in your diaper— and that means it's just another mess for Nanny to wipe away from your bottom. Nothing more, nothing less."

A finger lightly brushed over your privates, which still throbbed from your orgasm. Yet all you could find the energy to do was let out a faint, shaky whimper, especially when they leaned forward to get a closer look, and you could feel their hot breath against your core. Their head shook slowly as they pulled away.

"Yeah, those definitely aren't any good for big kid touches. You're not getting out of diapers anytime soon," they announced as if it were a big surprise to either of you. "So let's get you in a fresh one so that we don't have to worry about that anymore. I think we'll get you in something extra thick, I know you sometimes get extra leaky after your cummies."

Bending down, Nanny grabbed a pure white diaper, with an additional booster pad to go inside of it. First, they rustled the diaper to get it fluffed to full thickness, before peeling the film off the booster and lining it inside the diaper. Under your bottom it went, and you swallowed as you felt how thick it was under you. Nanny went for the baby powder next, and you felt appreciative of the cold, fresh powder against your privates, especially when they uncuffed your legs from the table. A giggle escaped you as they delivered a few love taps on your bottom, sending powder snowing down onto the diaper beneath you.

"Oops," laughed Nanny, adding another sprinkle to make sure you were fully protected. Away went the baby powder, and finally, it was diaper time again. It was so poofy and soft as it was pulled over your nethers, and taped around your waist like a perpetual hug. Perpetual until you destroyed it, at least. The next few minutes blurred past you. Nanny helped you into a light pink footed sleeper with white sheep on it, buttoning it up to make sure you wouldn't get cold. Since you had gotten a large bottle of formula this morning, and you didn't sleep well if your tummy was totally full, Nanny decided to save your next meal for after naptime. Even though it would probably make you fussier when you woke up hungry, that was something Nanny could handle easily.

You were deposited back in the crib, finally ready for sleep. Nanny even let you keep the regular pacifier instead of gagging you as you usually did. They knew you were too tired after your orgasm to try anything funny, but just in case, they wrapped you up in a swaddle. Encased in a soft blanket, you knew you were ready to sleep. But Nanny put the nail in the coffin when they covered your eyes with a white sleeping mask, and planted a kiss on your slightly sweaty forehead, while wrapping you up in a hug.

"Have a good nap, sweetheart. I'll see you soon. Nanny loves you so much.."

You barely heard them climb out and close the crib. They were quiet about it, and you were halfway to dreamland already. Despite the morning not being perfect, you knew how lucky you were to be here, and how well you were cared for. Soon enough, you'd be awake and ready to play some more. For now though? You were content to sink into the warm, secure darkness of sleep.

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