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A rare emotion bubbles within you: defiance.

“N-no!! Don’twanna nap!”

You wield it clumsily, like a technical skill you haven’t used in years.

Because you haven’t.

Turning away from Mommy, you see the room that you once believed was the culmination of every fantasy you ever had.

Now it mocks you as a monument to the monotony of your life as her baby.

Dreadful silence blankets the room. Every second weakening your resolve as you wonder what she will do. Mommy never tolerates disobedience.

Will she spank you? Will she tell Daddy?  Will you spend the next 20 minutes in the corner with a bar of soap in your mouth?

You take a deep, steadying breath. It doesn’t matter what the punishment is. You’re sick of being a baby.

“I…I won’t!”

Mommy sighs.

“Jason, look at me.”

Whatever reaction you expected, this was not it. She hasn’t used your name or addressed you like an adult in well over a year.

Maybe she understands!

You stare into your eyes, searching for some hope.

“What’s gotten into you?”

Her question seems genuine. Inviting. This is your chance to tell her everything.

That you’re tired of living life as her baby, without any say in what happens in your life. Tired of the mind numbing baby shows and Fischer Price toys that turn your brain to mush.

That you’re tired of everyone in your life dismissing you like you’re some silly toddler, unworthy of respect or dignity. Tired of early bedtimes, daily naps, and boring, unspiced food.

That you’re tired of wearing diapers and having them changed whenever and wherever she decides. Tired of Winnie the Pooh overalls with snaps at the crotch, Bluey diaper shirts, and pastel onesies.

That you’re tired of diapers being the only place you’re allowed to cum—if Mommy gives you permission. Tired of listening to your best friend fuck your wife while you sleep in a crib.

It’s not cute anymore. You want to be an adult again.

“I want my old life back. No more baby stuff. I’m an adult—time you remember that.”

Mommy laughs.

“Oh, honey…no.”

The simple denial, unburdened by any explanation, feels like a slap in the face.

“What do you mean, no?”

“I mean, no. Nothing will change for you.”

“Yes, it will! You can’t force me to be your baby!”

“You’re right.”

“So, you’ll stop treating me like a baby?”

“No.”

“Then…then I’ll leave!”

“The doors right there, baby.”

For a split second, you think about your freedom—until the reality hits.

Mommy smiles knowingly as you work through the situation.

You have no adult clothes. No cell phone. No money. No car. No driver’s license. Nothing but a stack of diapers and a closet full of onesies.

“Need help packing a bag?”

Her voice oozes with the same infantile cadence you hate. No different from how a parent would entertain a toddler threatening to run away.

“Mommy gave you everything you wanted, hun. You wanted ‘the real thing,’ remember? Not role-play, not a dynamic—no, you wanted authenticity.”

She pokes your diaper.

“Well, you got it! Why do you think I insisted that you give up your law license? Or close your bank accounts and credit cards? Let your driver’s license expire? Hmm?”

She tickles your tummy.

“See, being a baby isn’t just about poofy diapies, colorful pacifiers, and adorable onesies, kiddo. Nope! Real babyhood requires utter dependence on Mommy for your every need! Babies can’t survive without their mommies—and neither can you!”

The full weight of her words crashes down on you.

“You have no money, no job, no place to go. But, sure, if you want to leave, Mommy will put you in a fresh diaper and new onesie, pack you a diaper bag, and wish you luck.”

Her smile throws you off balance.

“I’ll…I’ll call m-my…my friends…”

More laughter.

“Sweetie, everyone knows you’re a baby. Who is going to volunteer to babysit you? You can’t pay rent, can’t help with groceries, and need someone to change your diapers. Nobody is letting you stay with them.”

“I don’t need diapers!”

“You’re incorrigible, kiddo. Your diaper is leaking, by the way. Did you know?”

“I…”

“Face it, sweetheart. There is no going back. Mommy made sure of that. You’re so far from adulthood that I claim you as a dependent on my taxes. Besides, what law firm is desperate enough to hire someone with a 3-year gap in employment? Your resume will be written in crayon…”

She giggles at the ridiculousness.

“Even if you did leave, you’re not leaving behind diapers. You understand you’re not potty trained, right? And, honey, do you remember your last stiffie?”

Her silence demands an answer.

“I-I-I-I…dunno…”

She pinches your cheek.

“Aww! That’s because I took them just like your potty training! Even if I played with it, begging you to get hard for Mommy…nothing would happen. No more stiffies…ever!”

Your heart sinks into your stomach.

“Last question, baby boy. What woman wants an unemployed, impotent man-child who isn’t even potty trained?”

You shrug, defeated.

“Oh, sweetie, don’t be sad! Mommy wants that, silly! Me! I worked hard to make all your dreams come true! And mine.”

“B-but you said you w-weren’t into being a…a mommy…”

“I wasn’t…at first. But now? Fuck it turned me on stripping you of every shred of masculinity and adulthood. Breaking you down into my helpless, docile plaything. You’re my itty bitty Play-Doh, waiting to be molded by my hands.”

“Th-that’s…y-you’re lying!”

“No, baby. You’re going to spend the rest of your life as my baby—all because it turns me on. You could never dream of doing that as my husband. Ugh, I’m dripping just thinking about it.”

She bites her lip, sensing your surrender.

“Now. Tell me you’re Mommy’s baby. My good boy…”

Your cheeks burn with humiliation of the truth.

“I…m’your…Mommy’s b-baby…and…and good b-boy.”

Mommy winces in pleasure.

“That’s right! Are you a big boy?”

“N-no, Mommy.”

“Mmmm,” she moans, “Tell Mommy why...”

“C-cause…I-I…’mnot potty trained a-and c-can’t g-get a…a…umm…”

“Say it, little one.”

“Getta…s-stiffie, Mommy.”

“Ahh! Will you ever, ever have sex again?”

You shudder in shame. “N-no, Mommy..”

“Mhm! You’re Mommy’s perpetually pampered, eternally mushy baby boy!”

You nod, defeated and broken.

“Now, naptime. Mommy needs to play with Daddy…”

You start grabbing your blocks.

“No. Crib. You can clean after.”

Mommy’s cheeks are flushed with anticipation as she hastily tucks you in.

“Be a good boy and listen to how happy your rightful place makes Mommy.”

You barely have time to register what the rest of your life was going to be before Mommy is screaming Daddy’s name. Your useless nub twitches but remains as steadfastly squishy as your diaper.

This is how you’ll spend the rest of your life.

Utterly and completely dependent on the woman who stole your adulthood, emasculated you, and relegated you to a lifetime of pampers.

"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.

It was a reason Nanny loved you so much.

"Poor thing," Nanny's voice grew softer. "You have thirty seconds now."

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.