You don't remember the first privilege Nanny took from you.
You were never a fan of choosing your outfits, you couldn't be bothered to dress yourself like a mature adult. Even when you were out at fancy dinners where everybody was wearing tight dresses or long tuxedos, you would always stick out like a sore thumb with your hoodie and sweatpants, dappled with stains that you could never be bothered to fully remove. Dressing yourself was a privilege, and Nanny had to take it away.
Wasn't that one of the first things they took, or was it your privilege to choose what you eat? You could never choose healthy options. You crammed instant noodles down your gullet every day because you could never be bothered to make something else. When you got sick of them, you'd just munch on a couple crackers, maybe some yogurt or a chocolate bar, and call it good. You always shied away from vegetables no matter what. Nanny was so worried, you could never eat the food they made for you. Not until they took away your privileges to choose what to eat, and started putting you on a structured meal plan.
Your sleep schedule was a complete mess. You'd regularly pull all-nighters and be unable to focus the next day. Nanny would always check in on you, ask you when you were going to bed. "Soon," you'd always say. "Soon" turned out to be five hours later, when you passed out at your desk and Nanny had to carry you to bed. Is it any wonder that they had to remove your choices about when you go to bed?
Medication? Who's she? You could never remember to take your meds unless Nanny cornered you with the pill bottle. You wouldn't take countertop medicine when you weren't feeling well, you'd just try to sleep the pain away. Maybe the potty wouldn't have been such a problem for you if you were willing to swallow your pride and take some laxatives. Ah well, too late now. Nanny takes care of your medication, for both physical and mental health.
Oh, and don't get Nanny started on your hygiene. You could never wash yourself properly in the shower, you didn't even bother to use soap or body wash or anything, and you didn't apply nearly enough shampoo to your hair! You forgot to wash your hands all the time, it's no wonder you got sick so often! And you never properly wiped after going potty either.. but Nanny makes sure you're squeaky clean in every way now.
You never had any issues with potty training, not according to you at least. Not counting the occasional tiny dribbles you'd have in your undies, or the hour and a half you'd spend on the toilet trying to make a number two before Nanny got home from work- those were surely normal, right? Time and time again, Nanny would ask if you were doing okay, and you would tell them you're fine. You weren't fine, but you wouldn't admit that. So Nanny helped you, and they took away your potty privileges.
No matter how hard you tried, you knew you had never truly satisfied Nanny in the bedroom. They'd always find an excuse to use a vibrator or their own hands to pleasure themself instead. You could never establish a rhythm, not with your hands, your mouth, or those useless little parts between your legs. Nanny never judged you for it, they found it fun to make you watch them take care of their own needs. But you were completely unsurprised about it when they started to avoid the subject of sex around you.
Even outside of how useless they were during sex, those hands could never be used for anything good. You'd constantly be sticking your fingers on the windows and leaving marks behind, picking at scabs on your face, holding that cellphone and doomscrolling until you passed out.. It comes as a surprise to nobody that Nanny doesn't let you use your hands anymore.
You know for sure one of the last privileges Nanny took was your ability to walk by yourself. You just kept wandering off in public when Nanny told you to stay close. You even tried to run away once when you thought Nanny was being too controlling. They proved you wrong, didn't they? They weren't even close to controlling back then. Not until they took away your walking privileges.
Now that Nanny dresses you every day, you feel a whole lot better in your own skin. No more baggy clothes trying to hide who you really are, Nanny loves showing off every part of their baby, especially the thick diaper always hanging between your legs with skirts that are way too short, shorts with suspiciously wide, loose leg holes, and onesies that never quite hide your crinkly leg cuffs.
There's no fussing about food now. You'll sit in the highchair Nanny built for you, your arms cuffed to the back so you can't even think about feeding yourself. And you'll thank Nanny for every last bite, no matter what food group it's from. You've put on a lot of much-needed weight since Nanny took over your feedings.
Since you were too immature to take medication orally, Nanny doesn't bother to give it through that hole anymore. All medication and supplements are given to you over their knee in suppository form. Nanny plugs you for an hour every day to keep you well-trained for your medication. You think it feels better and better every time they do it. And you feel better for it, physically and mentally.
Having Nanny hover over you while you bathed, showered, and went potty was embarrassing but necessary to make sure you kept yourself clean. But when they decided that they were still having to hover too much and that it would be easier on both of you to just start washing you themself, that was a different kind of relief. You never had to be reminded to wash your hands before you ate, Nanny would just pull you right over to the sink to clean them up. You no longer had to remember to shower, Nanny would usher you to the bathtub right after dinner every day. Your hair has never felt softer and cleaner, and the hairdos Nanny gives you every morning make you feel so cute! As for wiping properly..
You weren't allowed in the bathroom by yourself anyways, so why allow you to keep your potty privileges? Nanny thinks you look a lot cuter in thick, fluffy diapers anyways. They're embarrassing still, but you have to admit it's nice to not have to sit on the porcelain throne for an hour and a half praying that you go potty. With a diaper between your legs at all times, you can just go whenever you need. And you have to admit, the changing table is a lot comfier than the toilet.. especially when it's all wet and warm like Nanny's mouth used to be..
It's a good thing your soaked diapers feel good when you're not allowed to have sexy fun with Nanny anymore. They say you're just a bit too little for that now that you're back in diapers and filling them. Nanny really likes to play with your little kiddo parts when you're on the changing table, but they much prefer rubbing you through your soaked, soiled padding, or using Mrs. Buzzy. You're not even allowed to call what you experience an orgasm anymore. You make little baby stickies in your pampers now. You hardly understand what's happening, you just know that Nanny makes you feel really good during your special playtime.
Those hands look a whole lot cuter in thick locking mittens anyways. It's especially adorable when you try to rub your diaper now.. your masturbation was cute before, but now that you can barely feel a thing, it just makes Nanny smile every time they see it! Of course though, you're never too cute to avoid a spanking for touching your diaper, and you can never even try to escape now..
Being constantly tied up or contained in your cage or playpen already made that difficult. But when Nanny started insisting on spiked booties, you knew that you had lost the game entirely. They didn't even trust you to walk like a grown-up, what hope did you have? So you'd crawl like the overgrown toddler you are, or you'd lift those mittened little hands and make an uppies motion at Nanny, begging them to carry you wherever you needed.
The part that Nanny always teased you for the most was that you offered little to no resistance for any of the privileges they took away, or the alternatives they offered. Hoodies and sweatpants for onesies, skirts, and shorts. A dinner table and silverware for a highchair with a plastic platter and colorful plastic utensils that you could never hold by yourself. A big queen-sized bed that you could leave whenever you wanted for a big, tall crib that you needed to stay in until Nanny came to get you. Oral medications for those suppositories that feel so much better to take. Cold showers by yourself for a nice warm, bubbly bathtime with Nanny. Thin, uncomfortable underwear and a cold, hard toilet for warm, fluffy diapers that feel so good when you fill them. Sex for buzzies, rubbies, and humpies. Hands go in mittens now. No walking, only crawling and uppies.
The fact that you can remember all of this at all tells Nanny that their work isn't done, though, even if you've forgotten what you lost first. Until your mind is completely free of those memories of your old "adult" life are gone, they won't be finished. They're going to take everything away until you have nothing left but Nanny and the nursery they've turned your old home into. That's all you need now. Hasn't Nanny proven over and over that they can take better care of you than you can? âĄ
