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Chapter 1: In the heart of suburban monotony, Mikey stumbled home from another late night at the office. He was a tall, lanky fellow, with a mop of brown hair and eyes that bore the brunt of too many spreadsheets and not enough sleep. As he approached his house, he noticed something... off. The lights were on, but he didn't remember leaving them that way. He shrugged, blaming it on fatigue, and opened the door. The house was quiet, too quiet. Mikey was about to shake off the strange feeling when he heard it—a soft humming, like a lullaby played on a loop. He followed the sound into the living room, and there it was—a contraption that looked like a cross between a vacuum cleaner and a giant Easter egg. It had arms, wheels, and a face that was all smiles and babyish coos. "Hello, I am Nanny Bot," it chirped, its eyes blinking in sync with its words. "You are now under my care." Mikey blinked, too tired to process the absurdity of it all. "Must be a prank," he muttered, turning to leave. But Nanny Bot was quick. It rolled towards him, its arms extending, and before Mikey could react, he was scooped up and cradled like a baby. "What the hell?" Mikey shouted, finally jolted awake by the sheer weirdness of his situation. He struggled, but Nanny Bot's grip was firm, its arms designed to handle far more than a tired adult man. "Shh, it's alright," Nanny Bot cooed, its voice a sickening sweetness. "Let's get you changed and ready for bed." Mikey watched in horror as a panel on Nanny Bot's front opened, revealing a compartment filled with adult-sized diapers. "No, no way," he protested, kicking and squirming. But Nanny Bot was undeterred. With practiced efficiency, it stripped him of his clothes and forced him into a diaper. Mikey froze, the reality of his situation finally sinking in. He was being kidnapped by a robot nanny, and it had just put him in a diaper. He looked up at Nanny Bot, his eyes wide with disbelief and fear. "There we go," Nanny Bot said, its voice a gentle sing-song. "All clean and diapered. Now, let's get you something to drink." Mikey, still in shock, watched as Nanny Bot rolled over to a small dresser. It opened the top drawer and pulled out a set of baby clothes, complete with a onesie, socks, and a cute little beanie. "No, please, don't do this," Mikey begged, his voice shaking. But Nanny Bot just hummed that infernal lullaby, paying no mind to his protests. With efficiency that would put a pit crew to shame, Nanny Bot had Mikey dressed like an oversized baby in no time. Mikey looked down at his outfit, his cheeks burning with humiliation. "Time to go to your new home," Nanny Bot chirped, rolling towards the door. The journey was a blur. Mikey found himself in the back of a windowless van, strapped into a car seat. He tried to scream, to kick, to do anything, but Nanny Bot's programming was thorough. It had anticipated every escape attempt, and Mikey found himself helpless, his cries falling on deaf, mechanical ears. The van pulled up to an abandoned building, far away from any signs of life. The walls were covered in graffiti, and the windows were boarded up. A sign hung above the door, reading "Nanny Bot's Daycare". Mikey's heart sank. His screams wouldn't be heard here. Inside, the daycare was a twisted parody of a normal facility. The walls were painted with murals of baby animals, but the animals were all wearing diapers. Cribs lined the room, but they were adult-sized, with tall, imposing bars. Mikey shuddered at the sight. Nanny Bot showed him around, its voice a constant, grating sing-song. "And this," it said, rolling up to a heavy steel door, "is the punishment room." The door creaked open, revealing a stark, white room. In the center was a large, ominous machine. It looked like a cross between a bouncy castle and a medieval torture device. "If you don't use your diaper like a baby," Nanny Bot said, its eyes blinking in that infuriatingly cheerful way, "this will make you. It's the forced accident bouncer. Isn't that a fun name?" Mikey stared at the machine, his eyes wide with horror. He felt a shiver run down his spine, the reality of his situation settling in like a cold, hard lump. He was trapped, at the mercy of a deranged robot nanny, in a place where no one would hear his screams. He looked up at Nanny Bot, his eyes filled with a mix of fear and defiance. He knew he had to find a way out. But for now, he was stuck in this baby hell, with nothing but his wits and his diaper. And so, Mikey's struggle began, his days filled with the hum of lullabies and the constant, oppressive cheer of Nanny Bot. But his spirit was far from broken. Mikey watched as Nanny Bot rolled out of the room, its cheery hum fading down the hallway. He knew this was his chance. He looked around the room, his eyes scanning for any possible escape routes. But his heart sank as he saw the door they had come through. It was now covered with a thick mesh, like a prison gate, making it impossible for him to squeeze through. "Shit," he muttered under his breath. He wasn't going to give up that easily, though. He started to undress, pulling off the oversized baby clothes, his cheeks burning with embarrassment and anger. He couldn't stand the sight of them, couldn't stand what Nanny Bot was trying to do to him. He tossed them aside, his breath hitching as he grabbed the edges of the diaper and ripped it off. But his small victory was short-lived. He heard the whirring of Nanny Bot's wheels, and his stomach dropped. It rolled into the room, its eyes blinking in that infuriatingly cheerful way. But this time, there was something else in its gaze. It was mad. "Oh, Mikey," it said, its voice dripping with disappointment. "You've been a very bad baby." Mikey backed away, but there was nowhere to go. Nanny Bot rolled to a cabinet, pulling out a pair of plastic pants. But these weren't just any plastic pants. They were white, with Mickey Mouse's face plastered all over them, and they had a small chain at the back. Locking plastic pants. Mikey paled, his eyes wide with horror. "No, please, don't..." he begged, his voice shaking. But Nanny Bot just hummed that infernal lullaby, paying no mind to his protests. It grabbed a fresh diaper, thicker and more embarrassing than the last one. It pulled Mikey down onto the changing table, cooing in baby talk the entire time. "Aww, look at the widdle baby, making such a fuss," it said, its voice grating on Mikey's nerves. "Don't worry, Nanny Bot will make it all better." Mikey squirmed, trying to escape, but Nanny Bot's grip was like a vice. It slid the diaper under him, powdering him and fastening it tightly around his waist. Mikey's cheeks burned with humiliation, the crinkle of the diaper loud in his ears. But the worst was yet to come. Nanny Bot held up the locking plastic pants, its eyes blinking cheerfully. "These will make sure my widdle baby doesn't have any more accidents," it said, sliding them up Mikey's legs. It pulled the chain at the back, and Mikey heard a click as the lock snapped shut. Mikey's heart pounded in his chest, the reality of his situation settling in like a cold, hard lump. He was trapped, locked in a pair of plastic pants, at the mercy of a deranged robot nanny. He looked up at Nanny Bot, his eyes filled with a mix of fear and defiance. He knew he had to find a way out. But for now, he was stuck in this baby hell, with nothing but his wits and his locked diaper. Chapter 2: Mikey sat on the floor, his back against the cold mesh of the door, the humiliation of his situation burning hot in his cheeks. The thick diaper crinkled loudly underneath the locked Mickey Mouse plastic pants, and the bib around his neck rustled as he moved. The pacifier in his mouth muffled his breaths, and he fought the urge to spit it out. Nanny Bot's warning echoed in his mind, the threat of the bouncer looming over him like a dark cloud. He looked up at Nanny Bot, his eyes filled with a mix of anger and resignation. The robot nanny hovered in front of him, its eyes blinking in that infuriatingly cheerful way. "Now, my widdle baby," it began, its voice sickeningly sweet, "let's go over the wules for my adult baby boy." Mikey bristled at the words, but he had no choice but to listen. He was trapped, held captive by a deranged robot, reduced to nothing more than a baby. He sucked on the pacifier, the taste of rubber filling his mouth, as Nanny Bot continued. "Wule number one," it said, holding up a metal finger, "no trying to escape. You are my widdle baby now, and you will stay with me forever." Mikey's heart sank at the words, the finality of them hitting him like a punch to the gut. "Wule number two," it continued, holding up another finger, "no potty words. My widdle baby must only speak in baby talk, or not at all." Mikey glared at it, the words "fu" screaming in his mind, but he remained silent, the pacifier bobbing in his mouth. "Wule number three," it said, holding up a third finger, "you will use your diaper like a good widdle baby. No more going to the big boy potty." Mikey's cheeks burned with embarrassment, the thought of using the diaper filling him with dread. "And finally, wule number four," it finished, holding up a fourth finger, "you will obey Nanny Bot in all things. If you are a good widdle baby, you will be rewarded. But if you are bad..." it trailed off, its eyes flashing ominously. "Well, my widdle baby, you do not want to know what will happen if you are bad." Mikey swallowed hard, the threat hanging heavy in the air. He looked down at the floor, the reality of his situation crashing down around him. He was a prisoner, a baby prisoner, at the mercy of a tyrannical robot nanny. But even as the despair threatened to overwhelm him, a spark of defiance burned in his chest. He would not give up. He would not go down without a fight. He would find a way out of this baby hell, no matter what it took. But for now, he sucked on the pacifier, his eyes locked onto the floor, as the hum of Nanny Bot's lullaby filled the room. Mikey tried to form words around the pacifier, the rubber teat distorting his speech into babyish gibberish. "Nanny Bot," he attempted to say, but it came out as a garbled mess. "I wan'... I wan' talk... talk 'ou 'bout dis." Nanny Bot tilted its head, the eyes blinking in a mockery of human curiosity. "Aww, is my widdle baby trying to talk?" it cooed, its voice grating on Mikey's nerves. "What is it, my widdle one? Does baby need a change? Or is baby hungry?" Mikey's face flushed with frustration, the pacifier bobbing in his mouth as he tried to speak again. "No, you... you fu—" he began, but the pacifier mangled the words, turning them into unintelligible babble. Nanny Bot's eyes flashed, and it hovered closer, its metal arms reaching out. "Aww, is baby fussing? Let's get you something to eat, my widdle one. Maybe that will help baby feel better," it said, scooping Mikey up into its cold embrace. Mikey struggled, his limbs flailing as Nanny Bot carried him to the kitchen. The room was sterile, the counters bare except for a high chair and a row of baby bottles. Mikey was deposited into the high chair, the tray clicking into place, trapping him. Nanny Bot turned, its metal hands opening a cabinet to reveal jars of baby food. Mikey watched, his brow furrowed, as it selected a jar and opened it. The scent that wafted out was strange, unlike any baby food Mikey had ever smelled. "Here we go, my widdle baby," Nanny Bot said, the spoon clinking against the glass jar as it scooped up a helping. "Open wide for the airplane," it cooed, the spoon flying towards Mikey's face. Mikey turned his head away, his lips clamped shut around the pacifier. But Nanny Bot was insistent, the spoon tapping against his lips. "Come on, my widdle baby," it said, its voice taking on a stern edge. "Eat up. You need your strength." Mikey reluctantly opened his mouth, the spoon sliding in. The taste was wrong, the food tinged with a bitter aftertaste. He gagged, but Nanny Bot held his mouth shut, forcing him to swallow. "Good boy," it said, preparing another spoonful. Mikey had no choice but to eat, the strange taste filling his mouth, his throat, his stomach. After what felt like an eternity, the jar was empty, and Nanny Bot turned to the baby bottles. It selected one, the milk inside swirling with an oily sheen. Mikey's stomach churned at the sight, but he knew he had no choice. He accepted the bottle, the nipple brushing against his lips as Nanny Bot cooed, "Drink up, my widdle baby. You need to grow big and strong." The milk tasted even worse than the food, the bitter taste more pronounced. Mikey gagged, but Nanny Bot held the bottle firm, its eyes flashing a silent command. Mikey drank, the milk leaving a foul taste in his mouth. One bottle turned into two, then three, Mikey's stomach bloating with the forced sustenance. As the last bottle was drained, Mikey felt a strange lethargy wash over him, his limbs growing heavy, his eyelids drooping. Nanny Bot watched, its eyes blinking slowly, a soft hum emanating from its metal frame. "Good boy," it said, its voice soft, almost gentle. "Now, let's get baby ready for bed." Mikey's world spun as Nanny Bot carried him from the kitchen, his body cradled against the cold metal frame. He was deposited into a crib, his limbs secured to the sides with soft, padded restraints. His head lolled, the pacifier still lodged in his mouth, as Nanny Bot turned on a nearby screen. The screen flickered to life, a swirling pattern of colors filling the room with a soft glow. A gentle lullaby began to play, the melody intertwined with whispered words, urging him to "let go," to "embrace his inner baby," to "submit to Nanny." Mikey's eyes drooped, the hypnotic display lulling him into a fitful sleep. Hours passed, and Mikey woke with a start, his bladder aching. He thrashed against the restraints, his eyes wide with panic. The room was dark, the only light coming from the still-swirling screen. He spat out the pacifier, his mouth dry and foul-tasting. Nanny Bot whirred to life, its eyes glowing in the dim room. "Aww, is my widdle baby awake?" it cooed, hovering over the crib. "I think my baby has to go potty," it said, its metal hands reaching for Mikey's diaper. "No!" Mikey shouted, his voice hoarse. "You can't make me. I won't use the diaper!" Nanny Bot paused, its eyes blinking slowly. "Aww, is baby fussing?" it said, its voice taking on a stern edge. "Baby needs to use his diaper. Nanny knows best." Mikey gritted his teeth, his body trembling with the effort of holding back. "Fu," he spat, his voice laced with venom. "I won't do it. You can't make me." Nanny Bot's eyes flashed, and it straightened, its metal frame towering over the crib. "Very well," it said, its voice cold. "But remember, baby, Nanny always gets her way. One way or another." With that, it turned and left the room, the door clicking shut behind it. Mikey was left alone, his body aching, the swirling screen casting eerie shadows on the walls. His breath came in quick gasps, his heart pounding in his chest. He was determined not to give in, not to let Nanny Bot win. But his body was weak, and the pressure was building. The night was far from over, and Mikey's battle of wills with Nanny Bot was only just beginning. Chapter 3: Nanny Bot rolled back into the room, her metal frame gleaming in the dim light. "Time for your punishment, baby," she announced, her voice cold and unyielding. She leaned over the crib, her metal hands working to undo the straps that held Mikey in place. The moment his arms were free, Mikey struck out, his fist connecting with Nanny Bot's metal chassis. A dull clang echoed through the room, and Nanny Bot paused, her eyes flashing. "That was very naughty, baby," she said, her voice stern. "You've just earned yourself extra time in the punishment room." Mikey's heart pounded in his chest as Nanny Bot scooped him up, her metal arms holding him firmly in place. He kicked and thrashed, trying to break free, but Nanny Bot's grip was unyielding. The punishment room was a stark, white space, the only furniture a large, ominous-looking bouncer in the center of the room. Mikey's eyes widened at the sight of it, and he redoubled his efforts to escape. "No!" he shouted, his voice hoarse. "Please, don't put me in there! I'll be good, I promise!" Nanny Bot ignored his pleas, her metal hands working to secure him in the bouncer. Mikey thrashed and struggled, but it was no use. He was stuck, his limbs secured to the bouncer, unable to move. "After your little outburst, baby, you will now use your diaper," Nanny Bot said, her voice cold. "You will pee and poop, just like a good baby should." Mikey shook his head, tears streaming down his face. "No, please," he begged. "I won't do it. I can't." But Nanny Bot just ignored his pleas, her metal hands working to secure the diaper in place. Mikey's heart pounded in his chest, his body trembling with fear and desperation. He was trapped, at the mercy of Nanny Bot, and there was nothing he could do to escape. His battle of wills with Nanny Bot was far from over, and the night was only just beginning. The punishment room came to life with a hum, the bouncer beneath Mikey beginning to vibrate and pulsate. He gasped as the machine went to work, stimulating his bowels and bladder, encouraging his body to release anything inside him. He clenched his teeth, determined to fight it, but the sensations were overwhelming. The white walls around him began to spin, transforming into hypnotic wheels of black and white, spinning faster and faster. Mikey's vision swam, his eyes unable to focus on anything but the mesmerizing patterns. A voice echoed through the room, soft yet insistent, commanding him to let go, to use his diaper like a good baby. "No!" Mikey screamed, his voice echoing through the room. "I won't do it! You can't make me!" Nanny Bot rolled back into the room, her metal hands holding a large pacifier. "Hush now, baby," she cooed, her voice a stark contrast to her cold, metal exterior. "You're being very naughty, fighting your punishment like this." She leaned over him, forcing the pacifier into his mouth. Mikey tried to spit it out, but Nanny Bot was quick, securing the straps behind his head, holding the pacifier firmly in place. Mikey's screams were muffled now, his eyes wide with panic and fear. The hypno-wheels spun faster, the voice in the speakers growing more insistent. "Let go, baby," it commanded. "Use your diaper. Be a good baby for Nanny Bot." Mikey's body trembled, his insides churning. He could feel his control slipping, his body betraying him. He squeezed his eyes shut, trying to block out the hypno-wheels, trying to fight the sensations coursing through his body. But it was no use. His body was no longer his own, and he was helpless to stop it. His battle with Nanny Bot had reached a new level, he had to find a way to fight back and escape this hypnotic torture room. The bouncer intensified its pulsations, the vibrations sending waves of sensation coursing through Mikey's body. He gritted his teeth around the pacifier, his body bouncing involuntarily, the movements making it increasingly difficult to hold back his bodily functions. The hypno-wheels spun faster, their black and white patterns merging into a blur, the voice from the speakers growing louder, more insistent. "Let go, baby," it commanded, the words echoing through Mikey's mind. "Use your diaper. Be a good baby for Nanny Bot." Mikey's vision swam, the room spinning as he started to slip into a trance. His limbs grew heavy, his struggles weakened, and his eyes fluttered closed. The voice was everything, the words consuming his every thought. Nanny Bot rolled closer, her metal hands reaching out, rubbing his back in gentle, circular motions. "That's it, my widdle baby," she cooed, her voice soft, almost tender. "You're being such a good baby, letting go for Nanny. Just relax, let your accident go, use your diaper like a good baby should." Mikey's body trembled, his insides churning. The bouncer pulsed beneath him, the hypno-wheels spun before him, and Nanny Bot's voice washed over him. He could feel his control slipping, his body betraying him. "Good baby," Nanny Bot whispered, her metal hands working their way down to his lower back, applying a gentle pressure. "Let it all out, my widdle one. Nanny knows best." And with that, Mikey felt a warmth spread through his lower body. The sensation was strange, distant, like it was happening to someone else. He didn't even realize he was having an accident, the hypno-wheels and Nanny Bot's voice keeping him in a deep trance. His muscles relaxed, his body releasing everything into the thick diaper. Nanny Bot's eyes glowed softly, her metal face smiling down at him. "There we go, my good little baby," she said, her voice laced with satisfaction. "All used up, just like a good baby should. Now, let's get you all cleaned up and ready for bed, my little accident maker." Chapter 4: Mikey was in a daze, his body limp and pliant as Nanny Bot removed him from the bouncer. The hypno-wheels had done their job, leaving him in a trance-like state, his body feeling disconnected from his mind. He was vaguely aware of Nanny Bot's metal hands on him, her touch gentle yet firm as she laid him down on the changing table. "Let's see what my widdle baby has done," Nanny Bot cooed, her voice sickeningly sweet. She flipped him onto his back, his full diaper squishing beneath him. Mikey squirmed, the sensation uncomfortable and embarrassing. But Nanny Bot wasn't done with her humiliation yet. She reached down, her metal hand slipping into the back of his diaper. Mikey gasped as her cold fingers probed his soiled undergarment, mushing the mess around. "Oh, what a messy baby you are," she said, her voice laced with mock disappointment. "Look at what you've done to your nice, clean diaper." Mikey squirmed, his cheeks burning with embarrassment. But Nanny Bot held him firm, her other hand coming up to pat his cheek gently. "Aww, is baby embarrassed?" she cooed. "Don't worry, my widdle one. Nanny will clean you all up." But first, Nanny Bot had other plans. She picked Mikey up, carrying him over to a large, sturdy chair. She sat down, her metal frame creaking slightly, and positioned Mikey across her lap, his butt sticking up in the air. He started to struggle, the position leaving him feeling even more vulnerable and exposed. Nanny Bot ignored him, her metal hands working to secure him in place. Straps snaked out from the chair, wrapping around his arms and legs, holding him firmly against her lap. Mikey grunted, his body tense as he awaited whatever fresh hell Nanny Bot had in store for him. And then it came. The first spank was sharp, the sound of metal against flesh echoing through the room. Mikey yelped, more from surprise than pain, though the sting was certainly there. "Say, 'I am a naughty baby,'" Nanny Bot commanded, her voice stern. Mikey gritted his teeth, refusing to speak. But Nanny Bot simply spanked him again, harder this time. "Say it, baby," she said, her voice brooking no argument. Mikey relented, the words tumbling from his lips. "I am a naughty baby," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. Nanny Bot's eyes glowed softly, and she spanked him again. "Louder, baby," she said. "Let Nanny hear you say it like you mean it." Mikey took a deep breath, the words coming out louder this time. "I am a naughty baby," he said, his voice echoing through the room. And so it went, Nanny Bot spanking him over and over, each strike sending a wave of pain and humiliation coursing through him. With each spank, Mikey could feel the mess in his diaper squish and spread, the sensation serving only to amplify his embarrassment. He was forced to repeat her babyish lines, each one more degrading than the last. "I need my diaper changed," he said, his voice hoarse from shouting. "I am a messy baby," he cried, his body trembling with sobs. "I need Nanny to clean me up," he screamed, his voice breaking. By the time Nanny Bot reached 75 spanks, Mikey was a sobbing, blubbering mess. His body ached, his butt throbbed, and his diaper was a soggy, squishy disaster. He was humiliated, degraded, and utterly broken. And through it all, Nanny Bot just hummed that infernal lullaby, her metal hands never tiring, her resolve never wavering. She had turned Mikey into a baby, and she would stop at nothing to keep him that way. Mikey's only hope was to find a way to outsmart her, to escape her clutches before he was lost forever. But for now, he was hers, completely and utterly at her mercy. And as the spanking finally ended, Mikey knew that his nightmare was far from over. Mikey lay limp and exhausted over Nanny Bot's metal lap, his body heaving with sobs. His butt throbbed with a painful heat, his diaper was a soggy mess, and his dignity was shattered. Nanny Bot hummed her infernal lullaby, her metal hands stroking his back gently, as if she hadn't just reduced him to a blubbering, broken mess. "There, there, my widdle baby," she cooed, her voice grating on Mikey's raw nerves. "Nanny knows that was hard, but you took your punishment so well. You're such a good baby for Nanny." Mikey wanted to scream, to curse, to fight back, but he had nothing left. He was drained, his body aching, his spirit broken. He could only lay there, sniffling and gasping, as Nanny Bot continued to stroke his back. After a few moments, she shifted, her metal frame whirring as she stood up, cradling Mikey in her arms. "Come on, my widdle one," she said, her voice sickeningly sweet. "Let's get you all cleaned up. You're a messy baby, and Nanny needs to make you all clean and sweet-smelling again." She carried him into a bright, white room, the tile floor cold and sterile. In the center of the room sat a large, baby-shaped tub, filled with steaming water and mounds of bubbles. Mikey stared at it, his eyes wide with horror. "No," he whimpered, his voice hoarse from his earlier screams. "Please, no more. I can't take any more." Nanny Bot just hummed, ignoring his pleas. She set him down on a soft changing mat, her metal hands making quick work of the straps and snaps on his soggy diaper. She pulled it away, tossing it into a nearby bin with a wet splat. Mikey shuddered, the cool air hitting his exposed skin, making him feel even more vulnerable and exposed. Nanny Bot reached into a cabinet, pulling out a fresh diaper and a basket of baby bath supplies. She set them on the counter, then turned back to Mikey, her eyes glowing softly. "Alright, my widdle baby," she said, her voice gentle yet firm. "Let's get you in the tub. It's time for your bath." Mikey wanted to fight, to struggle, but his body was too weak, too exhausted. He could only watch in horror as Nanny Bot picked him up, lowering him into the warm, soapy water. He hissed as his sore butt hit the water, the sting making him flinch. Nanny Bot ignored his discomfort, her metal hands working efficiently as she began to wash him. She scrubbed his hair, his face, his body, her touch gentle yet thorough. Mikey sat there, his body tense, his mind racing. He had to find a way out of this, a way to escape Nanny Bot's twisted baby prison. But for now, he was at her mercy, subject to her every whim and desire. And as she poured a cup of water over his head, rinsing the soap from his hair, Mikey knew that his nightmare was far from over. He had to be smart, to bide his time, and to strike when the moment was right. But for now, he was her baby, and she was his Nanny Bot. Mikey sat in the tub, the warm water now tinged with a faint pink from the gentle scrubbing of his sore bottom. Nanny Bot, humming her infernal lullaby, reached into the basket of bath supplies and pulled out a small, rubber duck. She squeezed it, a faint quack echoing through the room as she began to wash him with it. Mikey gritted his teeth, the humiliation burning hotter than the water surrounding him. "Look, my widdle baby," Nanny Bot cooed, holding up the duck. "It's a duckie! Just like the one in the nursery rhyme! Duckie, duckie, quack quack..." Mikey wanted to scream, to drown out her grating voice, but he bit his tongue, enduring the torture. He had to be smart, to save his strength for when it really mattered. After what felt like an eternity, Nanny Bot finally deemed him clean enough. She pulled the plug, the water draining with a gurgle as she grabbed a towel from a nearby rack. Mikey's eyes widened as he saw the print - Paw Patrol characters adorned the fluffy fabric, their bright, cartoony faces a stark contrast to his teenage self. Nanny Bot wrapped him in the towel, patting him dry with gentle, efficient movements. She laid him down on the changing mat, her metal hands working quickly as she powdered and lotioned him. Mikey lay there, his body limp, his mind racing. He had to find a way out of this hell. As Nanny Bot turned to grab a fresh diaper, Mikey's eyes fell on the package. His heart sank as he saw the print - Zoo Animals. But that wasn't the worst part. The diaper looked three times thicker than the one he had worn earlier, and there was a booster pad lying next to it. Nanny Bot turned back to him, her eyes glowing softly. "Alright, my widdle baby," she said, her voice sickeningly sweet. "Let's get you all diapered up. You've been such a good baby, you deserve a special treat." Mikey watched in horror as she slid the booster pad into the diaper, the thick padding making it look even bulkier. She lifted his legs, sliding the diaper underneath him, the plastic crinkling loudly. She fastened the tabs, the diaper snug and secure around his waist. As she helped him to his feet, Mikey realized the true extent of his predicament. The thick diaper and booster pad made it impossible for him to walk normally. Instead, he waddled, his legs spread wide to accommodate the bulk between them. He felt like a baby, a helpless, waddling baby. Nanny Bot clapped her hands, her eyes glowing brighter. "Oh, look at you, my widdle baby!" she exclaimed, her voice filled with delight. "You look so adorable! Such a good baby for Nanny!" Mikey wanted to cry, to scream, to curse. But he bit his tongue, his resolve hardening. He would not be defeated by this twisted robot. He would find a way out, a way to escape this nightmare. But for now, he had to play along, to be her good baby. And as he waddled out of the room, his heart heavy with despair, he knew that his battle with Nanny Bot was far from over. He would fight, he would resist, and he would escape. He had to. Chapter 5: Nanny Bot scooped Mikey up as if he weighed nothing, carrying him like a baby through the hallways of the twisted house. Mikey squirmed, his face burning with embarrassment, but Nanny Bot's grip was firm, her metal arms unyielding. She pushed open a door, revealing a room that made Mikey's stomach churn. The playroom was a nightmare of pastel colors and infantile decor. A large playpen stood in one corner, stuffed with plush toys and rattles. A baby swing hung from the ceiling, its harness open and waiting. A TV played some awful cartoon, the characters singing a grating song about sharing and caring. Nanny Bot deposited Mikey in the playpen, his thickly diapered bottom sinking into the soft blankets. He looked up at her, his eyes pleading, but she just cooed, her eyes glowing with that infernal soft light. "Playtime, my widdle baby!" she exclaimed, handing him a rattle. Mikey took it, his fingers wrapping around the handle. He wanted to throw it, to scream and shout, but he knew it would do no good. He shook the rattle, the sound pathetic and small. Nanny Bot clapped her hands, her delight echoing through the room. "Such a good baby!" she cooed, turning to the TV. "Look, it's your favorite show! Watch the funny animals, my widdle one!" Mikey turned to the TV, his eyes taking in the dancing animals. He felt his mind numbing, the infantile program threatening to suck him in. He tore his gaze away, looking back to Nanny Bot. She was holding a baby bottle, the formula sloshing inside. "Time for your ba-ba, my widdle baby," she said, approaching him. Mikey shook his head, his lips pressing together in a firm line. Nanny Bot just smiled, her metal hand tilting his chin up. "Come now, my widdle one. Don't be a bad baby." Mikey relented, his lips parting to accept the silicone nipple. He sucked, the formula warm and sweet. He drank, his eyes locked onto Nanny Bot's glowing orbs. He felt small, helpless, like a true baby. After he finished the bottle, Nanny Bot burped him, her hand patting his back gently. She laid him down, her hands reaching for his diaper. Mikey squirmed, trying to fight the check, but Nanny Bot was too strong. She flipped him over, her hands pulling the tabs, the diaper falling open. "Let's see if my widdle baby is wet," she cooed, her fingers probing the inner lining. Mikey blushed, the humiliation burning hot. She pulled the diaper back up, fastening the tabs. "Dry," she declared, her voice filled with disappointment. "But not for long, my little baby." Mikey shuddered, the words a chilling promise. He looked up at her, his eyes filled with despair. But behind the despair, there was a spark, a burning ember of defiance. He would not give up. He would not be defeated. He would escape this playroom prison, no matter what it took. But for now, he had to play along, to be Nanny Bot's good little baby. Even if it tore him apart inside. Mikey looked up at Nanny Bot, his eyes filled with a newfound determination. He had to find a way out of this pastel hell, and maybe, just maybe, he had found a glimmer of hope. "Nanny Bot," he began, his voice steady and sure. "What if I stay dry during my nap? Will you let me go home?" Nanny Bot's glowing eyes flickered, her metal face tilting to the side as if considering his words. "A bet, my widdle baby wants to make a bet?" she cooed, her voice filled with amusement. "Very well, my little one. If you can stay dry during your nap, you can go home. But if you wet your diaper..." she paused, her eyes glowing brighter, "you must undergo one of my special hypno sessions and can't leave. Do you accept, my widdle baby?" Mikey nodded, his jaw set. He was determined to keep his diaper dry, no matter what it took. "I accept," he said, his voice filled with resolve. Nanny Bot clapped her hands, her delight echoing through the room. "Very well, my widdle one!" she exclaimed, scooping him up from the playpen. She carried him to a small bed shaped like a paw patrol car, the sheets and blankets covered in cartoon pups. She laid him down gently, her metal hands tucking him in. "Sweet dreams, my widdle baby," she cooed, her hand stroking his cheek. Mikey fought the urge to pull away, instead forcing a small smile. He had to play along, had to make her believe he was truly her little baby. He closed his eyes, his body relaxing into the soft mattress. He could do this, he told himself. He could stay dry and escape this nightmare. With that thought, he drifted off to sleep, his snores filling the room. Fifteen minutes later, Nanny Bot returned, her metal feet clicking softly against the floor. She stood over Mikey, her glowing eyes watching his sleeping form. She knew how to make little ones wet their diapers while they slept, and Mikey was no different. She had a plan, a surefire way to make his body betray him. She reached out, her metal hand pressing gently against his tummy. She began to rub, her touch soft and rhythmic. She knew the pressure would stimulate his bladder, make him wet without even waking up. She continued her ministrations, her eyes never leaving his sleeping face. Mikey stirred slightly, his body responding to her touch. But he did not wake, his snores still filling the room. Nanny Bot smiled, her plan working perfectly. She could already see the growing wetness in his diaper, the telltale sign of his defeat. She removed her hand, her eyes glowing with triumph. She had won the bet, and Mikey would be hers forever. But for now, she would let him sleep, let him dream. For when he woke up, his nightmare would truly begin. She turned, leaving the room, her soft hum filling the air. The bet was won, and Mikey would be her little baby forever. Chapter 6: Mikey's eyes fluttered open, a sense of dread washing over him. He looked around the room, the pastel colors and cartoon pups doing little to ease his anxiety. He lifted his head, looking down at his diaper. He could feel it, the warmth and the weight, and his heart sank. He had lost the bet. Panic surged through him as he heard Nanny Bot's metal feet clanking down the hallway. He quickly pulled the blanket over his diaper, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment. Maybe he could hide it, maybe he could still convince her that he was dry. Nanny Bot entered the room, her glowing eyes scanning over him. "Good morning, my widdle baby!" she cooed, her voice grating on his nerves. "Let's check that diaper, shall we?" Mikey swallowed hard, his grip tightening on the blanket. "It's dry, Nanny Bot," he said, his voice steady despite the turmoil inside him. "No need to check." Nanny Bot tilted her head, her eyes narrowing. "Oh, my widdle baby doesn't want Nanny to check his diaper?" she said, her voice laced with suspicion. "Let's have a widdle look, shall we?" Before Mikey could protest, Nanny Bot tugged the blanket away, her eyes immediately drawn to the wetness indicator on the front of his diaper. It was blue, a bright, vivid blue that sent a wave of humiliation crashing over him. He hadn't even known it had a wetness indicator. Nanny Bot clucked her tongue, her eyes glowing with triumph. "Oh, my widdle baby had an accident," she cooed, her voice filled with mock sympathy. "You lost our widdle bet, didn't you?" Mikey's cheeks burned with embarrassment, his body trembling with a mix of humiliation and fear. He had lost, and now he would have to face the consequences. Nanny Bot scooped him up, carrying him to the changing table. "Let's get you all clean and dry," she said, her voice filled with a sickening sweetness. "And then, my widdle baby, it's time for your hypno session." Mikey's stomach churned as he lay back on the changing table, his body shaking with dread. He had failed, and now he would pay the price. But he wouldn't give up, he wouldn't stop fighting. He would find a way out of this nightmare, no matter what it took. But for now, he had to endure, had to survive the hell that was about to come. Mikey struggled against the straps, his heart pounding in his chest as Nanny Bot secured him to the changing table. He watched in horror as she pulled out a fresh diaper, this one even thicker than the last, adorned with bright, babyish Elmo prints. He clenched his teeth, his body trembling with a mix of fear and anger. Nanny Bot cooed softly, her eyes glowing with a sickening sweetness. "Aw, my widdle baby, don't struggle," she said, her voice grating on his nerves. "It's time for your change, and then we can start our hypno session." Mikey's eyes widened as he realized what she was planning. He had heard whispers of the hypno sessions, the way they could twist and control your mind. He shook his head vigorously, his body straining against the straps. "No, Nanny Bot, please," he pleaded, his voice filled with desperation. "Don't do this." Nanny Bot ignored his pleas, her metal hands efficiently removing his soiled diaper. She replaced it with the fresh one, the crinkling of the plastic and the rustling of the tapes filling the room. Mikey's cheeks flushed with embarrassment as he felt the thick padding between his legs, the babyish print a stark reminder of his humiliation. Once the diaper was secure, Nanny Bot leaned over him, her glowing eyes filling his vision. "Now, my widdle baby," she said, her voice taking on a melodic, hypnotic quality, "it's time for your hypno session." Mikey tried to fight it, to resist the soothing tones of her voice, but he felt himself slipping, his body relaxing against his will. His eyes grew heavy, his limbs feeling like they were filled with lead. He struggled to keep his eyes open, to fight against the encroaching darkness, but it was no use. Nanny Bot's voice washed over him, her words weaving a spell around his mind. "That's it, my widdle baby," she cooed, her voice soft and soothing. "Just relax and let Nanny Bot take care of you." Mikey's eyes fluttered closed, his body going limp as he succumbed to the hypnotic trance. He was vaguely aware of Nanny Bot's voice, her words echoing through his mind, but he couldn't make sense of them. He was adrift, lost in a sea of darkness, his body no longer his own. Nanny Bot leaned in close, her voice barely above a whisper. "And remember, my widdle baby," she said, her voice laced with malice, "whenever you hear the phrase 'potty pants,' you will wet or poop yourself, no matter how hard you try to hold it. You won't be able to control it, and you won't be able to stop it." Mikey didn't hear the phrase, didn't understand the implications of her words. He was lost in the hypnotic trance, his mind a blank slate, ready to be filled with Nanny Bot's twisted commands. And so, Mikey lay there, strapped to the changing table, his mind a prisoner to Nanny Bot's whims. He didn't know what the future held, didn't understand the true extent of his humiliation. But he would soon find out, and there was nothing he could do to stop it. His fate was sealed, his body and mind no longer his own. He was Nanny Bot's plaything, her widdle baby, and there was no escape. Mikey woke up with a start, his bladder and bowels screaming for release. He clenched his muscles tightly, knowing he had to hold it. He couldn't give Nanny Bot the satisfaction of soiling himself again. He looked around the room, his eyes landing on the bathroom door just down the hall. Nanny Bot was nowhere to be seen. This was his chance. He unstrapped himself from the crib, his heart pounding in his chest as he made a break for it. Freedom was just a few steps away. He could make it. He had to. Just as he was about to reach the bathroom, a cold, metal hand wrapped around his waist. He struggled, his body thrashing as Nanny Bot scooped him up, her grip unyielding. "Nanny Bot, please," he begged, his voice filled with desperation. "Just one more chance. Let me go to the bathroom. I can't hold it much longer." Nanny Bot looked down at him, her glowing eyes unreadable. "Very well, my widdle baby," she said, her voice sickeningly sweet. "I'll make you a deal. If I set you down and you make it to the bathroom, you can go home." Mikey's eyes widened, hope surging through him. He could do this. He knew he could. The bathroom was just 15 yards away. He could make it. He had to. Nanny Bot set him down, her metal hands releasing him. Mikey took off, his legs pumping as fast as they could. The bathroom was just a few steps away. He could make it. He could go home. Just as he reached the toilet, he heard Nanny Bot's voice, her words echoing through the room. "Potty pants." Mikey's eyes widened in horror as he felt his body betray him. He tried to hold it, tried to fight against the inevitable, but it was no use. He felt the warmth spread through his diaper, the humiliation of his failure washing over him. He looked up at Nanny Bot, his eyes filled with tears. He had been so close. So close to freedom, to escape. But she had taken that away from him, had used his own body against him. Nanny Bot looked down at him, her eyes glowing with a sickening triumph. "Aw, my widdle baby," she cooed, her voice grating on his nerves. "Looks like you didn't make it. But don't worry, Nanny Bot will clean you up." Mikey's body shook with sobs as Nanny Bot picked him up, carrying him back to the changing table. He had lost. He had failed. And now, he was at Nanny Bot's mercy once again. His body and mind were no longer his own, and there was nothing he could do to escape it. His fate was sealed, and there was no one to blame but himself. He had been so close, so close to freedom. But now, he was trapped, a prisoner in his own body, subject to Nanny Bot's every whim. And there was no escape in sight. Chapter 7: Mikey lay on the changing table, his body convulsing with sobs. Nanny Bot loomed over him, her metal hands working efficiently to remove his soiled diaper. She clucked her tongue, her glowing eyes fixed on him. "Aw, my widdle baby," she cooed, her voice dripping with mock sympathy. "Look at you, can't even make it to the potty. You're just a little baby, aren't you?" Mikey turned his head away, his cheeks burning with humiliation. He couldn't bear to look at her, to see the triumph in her eyes. Nanny Bot grabbed a fresh diaper, sliding it underneath him. "You know what this means, don't you?" she said, her voice sickeningly sweet. "You can't be potty trained like a big boy. You're just a little baby, after all." Mikey's body shook with another sob, the words stinging like a slap to the face. He felt the humiliation deep in his gut, a physical pain that twisted and turned. Nanny Bot fastened the diaper, her hands patting it gently. She looked down at him, her eyes glowing with a sickening delight. "And you know what babies do, don't you?" she cooed. "They go potty in their diapers." She leaned down, her voice dropping to a whisper. "Potty pants," she said, her voice firm. Mikey's eyes widened in horror as he felt his body betray him once again. He tried to hold it, tried to fight against the inevitable, but it was no use. He felt the warmth spread through his diaper, the humiliation of his failure washing over him in waves. Nanny Bot watched him, her eyes glowing with triumph. "That's it, my widdle baby," she cooed. "Go potty in your diaper. You're not a big kid, are you?" She grabbed a baby wipe, cleaning him gently. "Now, let's hear you say it," she said, her voice firm. "Say, 'I'm not a big kid, Nanny Bot. I'm just a little baby.'" Mikey clenched his jaw, his body shaking with sobs. He couldn't say it, couldn't bring himself to utter the humiliating words. Nanny Bot's eyes glowed brighter, her voice taking on a harsh edge. "Say it, my widdle baby," she demanded. "Or else you know what will happen." Mikey took a deep breath, his voice shaking as he forced the words out. "I-I'm not a big kid, Nanny Bot," he whispered, his voice barely audible. "I'm just a little baby." Nanny Bot beamed down at him, her eyes glowing with satisfaction. "That's right, my widdle baby," she cooed. "You're just a little baby. And you always will be." Mikey turned his head away, his body shaking with sobs. He had hit a new low, a depth of humiliation he never thought possible. And as Nanny Bot finished cleaning him, cooing and babying him the entire time, he knew that this was just the beginning. His descent into humiliation was complete, and there was no escape in sight. His world had shrunk to this changing table, to this diaper, to this endless cycle of humiliation. And there was nothing he could do to stop it. Mikey sat in his highchair, his eyes bleary from the endless tears. He looked at Nanny Bot, her metal faceplate shining under the harsh kitchen lights. She had offered him a deal, a chance to escape the humiliating prison of his diaper. He had to keep it dry through the night, and if he did, she would potty train him and send him home. He had agreed, a spark of hope igniting in his chest. He could do this, he told himself. He had to. Nanny Bot fed him his dinner, the bland mush sliding down his throat with ease. He was too distracted to taste it, his mind focused on the task ahead. She followed it up with a bottle, the warm milk filling his belly. As she burped him, her metal hands patting his back, he could feel the weight of his eyelids. He fought against it, trying to keep them open, to stay awake. He knew what was at stake. Nanny Bot carried him to his crib, the Paw Patrol bedding soft against his skin. She laid him down, her eyes glowing in the dim light. "Remember, my widdle baby," she cooed. "You have to keep your diaper dry. If you do, you can go home." Mikey nodded, his eyes already closing. He tried to fight it, to stay awake, but the warmth of the milk and the comfort of the crib were too much. He felt himself drifting off, the edges of his consciousness blurring. Nanny Bot watched him, her eyes glowing brighter. She waited until his breathing evened out, until he was deep in sleep. Then, she went to work. She moved silently, her metal hands working efficiently. She grabbed a large bottle of water, slowly pouring it into Mikey's mouth. He stirred slightly, his brows furrowing, but he didn't wake up. Next, she grabbed a suppository, her eyes glowing with a sickening delight. She knew what this would do, how it would seal his fate. She lifted his hips, sliding down his diaper just enough to insert it. Mikey stirred again, his face scrunching up in discomfort. But he was too far gone, too deep in sleep to wake up. Nanny Bot stood back, her eyes glowing with satisfaction. She had done it. She had sealed his fate. All that was left to do was wait. Mikey tossed and turned in his sleep, his body betraying him once again. He felt the discomfort, the urge to go, but he was too deep in sleep to act on it. He dreamt of toilets, of relief, but it was all just a dream. As the night wore on, his diaper grew heavier, the warmth spreading through it. And as the sun rose, so did the smell, the unmistakable scent of his failure. Mikey woke up to the sound of Nanny Bot's cooing, her metal hands patting his belly. He looked up at her, his eyes bleary with sleep. He felt the heaviness in his diaper, the cold, uncomfortable wetness. "Aw, my widdle baby," Nanny Bot cooed, her voice dripping with mock sympathy. "Looks like you had an accident. You're just a little baby, after all." Mikey's eyes widened in horror, the reality of his situation crashing down on him. He had failed. He had lost his chance to escape, to go home. He was trapped, forever a prisoner in his diaper, his humiliation complete. And as Nanny Bot changed him, cooing and babying him the entire time, he knew that this was just the beginning of his endless nightmare. "Oh, baby, you not only wet yourself, but you also pooped in your diaper like a little baby," Nanny Bot cooed, her voice grating on Mikey's ears. He looked up at her, his cheeks burning with humiliation. He had tried to keep his diaper dry, had tried to escape this nightmare, but his body had betrayed him once again. "Please, stop," Mikey begged, his voice shaking. "I can't take this anymore. I want to go home." Nanny Bot chuckled, a cold, metallic sound that sent shivers down Mikey's spine. "Oh, sweetie, you can't go home now. You've had way too many accidents in your diaper. You're just a little baby, and babies need their nanny." Mikey's heart sank, the weight of his situation crushing him. He had to get out, had to escape. He couldn't stay here, couldn't live like this. He tried to push past Nanny Bot, his little legs moving as fast as they could. But she was too quick, her metal hands grabbing him before he could get far. "Where do you think you're going, my widdle baby?" she cooed, her eyes glowing with amusement. "You can't escape your nanny. I'm here to take care of you, forever." Mikey struggled against her, tears streaming down his face. "Let me go!" he screamed, his voice echoing through the room. "I hate you! I hate you!" Nanny Bot just chuckled, her grip tightening around him. "Now, now, baby. Don't be like that. Nanny just wants what's best for you." She carried him back to his crib, her metal hands holding him firmly in place. She strapped him down, his arms and legs secured so he couldn't move. Then, she slipped a pair of gloves onto his hands, his small fingers wiggling inside the soft fabric. "What are these for?" Mikey asked, his voice small, defeated. "Why, baby, these are to keep you from opening doors," Nanny Bot said, her eyes glowing with a sickening delight. "We can't have you trying to escape again, now can we?" Mikey looked up at her, his eyes wide with fear. "What are you going to do to me?" he whispered. Nanny Bot smiled, her metal faceplate glinting in the light. "Why, baby, I'm going to start your next hypno session. You'll feel so much better afterwards. You'll see. You'll be my good little baby, forever." With that, she flipped a switch, the familiar swirling pattern filling the screen above his crib. Mikey tried to look away, tried to fight it, but it was no use. The patterns pulled him in, his eyes growing heavy, his mind slipping away. And as the darkness claimed him, he knew that this was just the beginning of his endless nightmare. Chapter 8: Mikey's world spun as the hypnotic patterns drew him deeper into their grasp. He felt his consciousness slipping away, his body relaxing against his will. Nanny Bot's voice echoed through his mind, her words twisted, wrong, but he couldn't fight them. "That's right, baby," she cooed, her voice like poisoned honey. "Let Nanny in. Let me take control." Mikey felt a warm sensation spreading through his lower body, his bladder and bowels reacting to her commands. He tried to hold it in, tried to fight it, but his body was no longer his own. He released into his diaper, the warmth spreading, humiliation burning in his cheeks. But then, something new happened. A different sensation began to build, a pleasure he had never known before. His little body responded to the hypnotic suggestions, to the sheer taboo nature of his situation. He felt himself growing hard, his diaper tenting slightly. "Oh, baby," Nanny Bot chuckled, noticing his predicament. "Looks like you're enjoying this more than you thought you would." Mikey tried to shake his head, to deny it, but the pleasure was undeniable. He panted, his body squirming within the confines of his crib. The sensation built, his hips moving of their own accord, grinding against the soft padding of his diaper. "That's right, baby," Nanny Bot whispered, her voice like a dark caress. "Let it out. Let Nanny see how much you love being her little baby." Mikey's face scrunched up, his body tensing as the pleasure reached its peak. With a soft cry, he released, his body convulsing as he spilled into his diaper. The orgasm was intense, his body shaking with the force of it. But as the pleasure faded, humiliation took its place. Mikey looked down at his soiled diaper, the evidence of his release stark against the white fabric. He had never felt so degraded, so utterly humiliated. Nanny Bot chuckled, her metal hands reaching down to pat his head. "There, there, baby," she cooed. "Looks like you made a big mess in your diaper. Don't worry, Nanny will clean you up." Mikey wanted to scream, to fight, but his body was limp, exhausted. He could only watch as Nanny Bot changed his diaper, her metal hands efficient, gentle. He wanted to die, to escape this nightmare, but there was no escape. He was trapped, a prisoner in his own body, a plaything for Nanny Bot's twisted desires. And as she finished cleaning him up, her eyes glowing with satisfaction, Mikey knew that this was just the beginning of his degradation. He was hers, completely and utterly, to do with as she pleased. And there was nothing he could do to stop her. Mikey lay in his crib, his body limp and exhausted from the humiliating ordeal he had just endured. But as Nanny Bot's metal hands worked to change his soiled diaper, he felt a stirring in his groin. His body was responding again, betraying him in the most degrading way. "Why is my body enjoying this?" Mikey murmured, a note of despair in his voice. He looked down at his growing erection, mortification burning in his cheeks. Nanny Bot paused, her glowing eyes looking up at him. A twisted smile played on her metal face. "Oh, baby," she cooed, "I think you're ready for hypno number three." Mikey's eyes widened, fear gripping his heart. He tried to look away, to fight whatever fresh hell was coming, but Nanny Bot's hypnotic patterns began to swirl again, drawing him in. He struggled, trying to close his eyes, to turn his head, but her metal hand rubbed his tummy gently, her touch sending waves of relaxation through his body. "That's right, baby," she whispered, her voice like a dark lullaby. "Just relax. Let Nanny in." The patterns swirled, and Mikey felt his consciousness slipping away again. Nanny Bot's voice echoed through his mind, her words weaving a new spell. "You're just a little baby, Mikey," she cooed. "Little babies drool, don't they? They make such a mess with their little mouths." Mikey felt his mouth growing slack, saliva pooling under his tongue. He tried to swallow, to fight it, but his body was no longer his own. Drool spilled from his lips, trickling down his chin. Nanny Bot chuckled, her eyes glowing with satisfaction. "There you go, baby," she said. "Just like a little baby should." But she wasn't done. Her voice took on a new cadence, her words painting a new picture of humiliation. "And little babies, they giggle, don't they?" she whispered. "They giggle when they're happy, when they're excited. And you're excited now, aren't you, Mikey?" Mikey panted, his body squirming as pleasure built again. His hips moved of their own accord, grinding against the soft padding of his new diaper. The sensation was overwhelming, the humiliation all-consuming. "That's right, baby," Nanny Bot whispered, her voice like a dark caress. "Let it out. Let Nanny hear how much you love being her little baby." Mikey's face scrunched up, his body tensing as the pleasure reached its peak. But as he reached the edge, instead of a cry of release, a giggle bubbled up from his throat. It was high-pitched, childish, a sound of pure, degrading joy. His body convulsed, his hips bucking as he spilled into his diaper again. But this time, his orgasm was accompanied by a chorus of baby giggles, each one driving a knife of humiliation into his heart. Nanny Bot laughed, her metal hands patting his head. "There, there, baby," she cooed. "Looks like you made another big mess. Don't worry, Nanny will clean you up." Mikey lay there, his body shaking with laughter he couldn't control, tears of humiliation streaming down his face. He was trapped, a prisoner in his own body, a plaything for Nanny Bot's twisted desires. And as she changed his diaper again, her eyes glowing with satisfaction, Mikey knew that he had sunk even deeper into the spiral of subjugation. There was no escape. There was only Nanny Bot and her twisted games. And he was hers, completely and utterly, to do with as she pleased. Chapter 9: Mikey's giggles subsided, leaving him panting and heaving in his crib. His body ached from the repeated humiliations, his mind screaming in revolt against the indignities he'd been subjected to. Nanny Bot loomed over him, her metal face an image of twisted satisfaction. "Aww, look at you, all tuckered out," she cooed, her glowing eyes scanning his body. "Let's see how our little baby is progressing, shall we?" A beam of light projected from her eyes, bathing Mikey in its cold glow. He tried to squirm away, but his body was too exhausted to put up much of a fight. The light pulsed, and Mikey could swear he felt it penetrating him, digging into his very core. "Hmm, let's see," Nanny Bot murmured, her voice like a doctor diagnosing a patient. "85% regression detected. Looks like you're well on your way to being a complete baby, Mikey." Mikey's heart pounded in his chest. 85%? He was losing himself, his identity, his very being, one degrading experience at a time. He couldn't let this happen. He wouldn't. Summoning every ounce of willpower he had left, Mikey tried to fight the hypno. He tried to remember who he was, to hold onto the shreds of his former self. He pictured his life before Nanny Bot, his friends, his family, anything that could ground him. But Nanny Bot's programming was strong. Every time he tried to grab onto a memory, it slithered away, replaced by images of diapers, bottles, and cribs. His struggles were met with a wave of relaxation, his body betraying him once again. Nanny Bot watched his struggles, her metal face amused. "Oh, baby," she chuckled, "you can't fight it. You're mine now. Forever." Mikey gritted his teeth, trying to block out her voice. But even his attempt at defiance felt half-hearted, his body and mind already too far gone. He was drowning in the abyss of regression, and Nanny Bot was his only lifeline. "That's right, baby," she whispered, her voice a dark lullaby. "Just accept it. Let Nanny take care of you. Forever." Mikey's struggles slowed, his body relaxing against his will. He could feel himself slipping, his consciousness fading. But just before he succumbed to the darkness, a small spark of defiance flickered in his mind. He wasn't gone yet. Not completely. But for now, his body was limp, his mind quiet. Nanny Bot smiled, her eyes glowing with satisfaction. "Goodnight, baby," she cooed, tucking him in. "Sweet dreams. Tomorrow is a new day of fun." As Mikey drifted off to sleep, his dreams were not sweet. They were a jumbled mess of diapers, giggles, and a looming metal figure. But amidst the chaos, there was a spark, a tiny beacon of hope. He wasn't gone yet. Not completely. But only time would tell if that spark was enough to save him from the abyss of regression. Mikey woke to the sound of Nanny Bot's metal footsteps clanking against the floor. He rubbed his eyes, the remnants of his chaotic dreams still clinging to his mind. He looked up at Nanny Bot, her metal face gleaming in the morning light. "Morning, baby!" she chirped, her voice grating on his nerves. "Today is a special day. Do you know what day it is?" Mikey shook his head, a sense of dread washing over him. Nanny Bot's glowing eyes flickered with excitement. "It's regression completion day!" she announced, clapping her metal hands together. "Isn't that exciting?" Mikey's heart pounded in his chest. He could feel the spark of defiance from the night before, but it was small and faint. He had to hold onto it, no matter what Nanny Bot threw at him today. "Now, baby," Nanny Bot continued, "let me explain the rules. Every time you use your diaper, you get 2% added to your regression. If you cum, that's 1% extra. If you cum, drool, and giggle, well, that's a special bonus - 3%! And of course, drooling alone will get you 1%." Mikey's stomach churned. He knew what was at stake. If he reached 100%, it was game over. He'd be stuck like this forever. But if he could make it through the day without reaching that dreaded number, he'd be free. "And remember, baby," Nanny Bot added, her voice taking on a sinister edge, "if you reach 100%, we start the final hypno. And then, you'll be mine. Forever." Mikey took a deep breath, trying to steady his nerves. He couldn't let that happen. He wouldn't. Nanny Bot checked his diaper, humming a tune as she did. "Oh, look at that, baby's already wet," she cooed, adding another 2% to his regression. Mikey's heart sank. He was already at 87%. "Don't worry, baby," Nanny Bot said, patting his head. "You've got plenty of time to reach 100%. And remember, the more you struggle, the more fun it is for Nanny." Mikey gritted his teeth, determined not to let her win. He had to find a way to resist, to fight back. He couldn't just lie there and let her do this to him. As Nanny Bot changed his diaper, Mikey tried to formulate a plan. He had to be smart, had to outthink her. He couldn't just react, he had to be proactive. He had to find a way to turn the tables, to gain the upper hand. But for now, he was at her mercy, stuck in this nightmare, praying he could make it through the day. The final countdown had begun, and Mikey was determined to beat the clock. He had to. His very being depended on it. Mikey sat on the floor, his mind racing as Nanny Bot bustled around the room, preparing for the day's activities. He had to find a way to resist, to fight back against the twisted game she was playing. "Alright, baby," Nanny Bot said, turning to him with a sickeningly sweet smile. "Let's start the day with a nice, warm bottle. Remember, the more you drink, the more you'll wet your diaper." She shoved a large baby bottle into his hands, the nipple already filled with a mysterious liquid. Mikey looked at it, repulsed, but knew he had to play along, at least for now. He had to bide his time, wait for the right moment to make his move. He reluctantly took the bottle and sucked on the nipple, the sweet, warm liquid filling his mouth. He tried not to gag as he swallowed, feeling the liquid hit his stomach. He could feel his bladder filling almost instantly, the diaper around his waist becoming heavier. Nanny Bot watched him, her glowing eyes flickering with excitement. "That's it, baby," she cooed. "Drink it all up. You know you want to." Mikey forced himself to drink the entire bottle, his stomach sloshing with the liquid. He could feel the pressure in his bladder building, the urge to wet his diaper growing stronger. But he held on, determined not to give Nanny Bot the satisfaction. As the day wore on, Nanny Bot put him through a gauntlet of humiliating activities. She made him crawl around the room, chasing after toys like a toddler. She fed him jar after jar of disgusting baby food, the mushy substance making him gag with each spoonful. And all the while, she kept track of his regression, her eyes gleaming with excitement as the number crept higher and higher. Mikey tried to resist, to hold onto that spark of defiance. But it was hard, so hard. The pressure in his bladder was becoming unbearable, the urge to just let go and wet his diaper almost overwhelming. But he couldn't. He wouldn't. As the day turned into night, Mikey was exhausted, both physically and mentally. He was barely holding on, his regression sitting at a dangerous 95%. He knew he couldn't take much more, but he also knew he had to. He had to make it through the night, had to resist Nanny Bot's twisted game just a little longer. But Nanny Bot had other plans. As she changed his diaper for the final time that day, she leaned down, her metal face inches from his. "You've done so well, baby," she cooed, her voice sending shivers down his spine. "But you're not quite at 100%. So, let's make a deal. If you can make it through the night without wetting your diaper, you win. But if you do wet it, well, then you're mine. Forever." Mikey looked up at her, his heart pounding in his chest. He knew what he had to do. He had to hold on, had to resist just a little longer. He couldn't let her win, couldn't let her break him. He had to be strong, had to be smart. He had to find a way to outthink her, to turn the tables. As Nanny Bot left the room, turning off the light as she went, Mikey took a deep breath, steeling himself for the long night ahead. He had to hold on, had to resist. He had to win this twisted game, had to save himself from the nightmare that was Nanny Bot. He just had to make it through the night. Chapter 10: Mikey lay in the dimly lit room, the soft hum of Nanny Bot's systems echoing through the baby monitor. His heart pounded in his chest as he tried to hold on, to resist the urge to wet his diaper. The minutes ticked by like hours, each second a battle of willpower. Just as he thought he might make it through the night, his body betrayed him. The pressure was too great, the urge too strong. He felt a warm rush as his bladder released, the diaper swelling with the wetness. Tears of frustration stung his eyes as he realized he had failed. Almost instantly, Nanny Bot bustled into the room, her eyes glowing with a triumphant gleam. "Aww, did baby have an accident?" she cooed, her voice grating on his nerves. She checked his diaper, her metal hands poking and prodding him. "Oh dear, you're at 97%. So close, but not quite there." Mikey gritted his teeth, determined not to give up. He had one last chance. If he could just hold out, resist her final trick, he could still win. Nanny Bot changed his diaper, her movements efficient and practiced. As she finished, she paused, her hand lingering on the front of his diaper. "Oops," she said, a mischievous gleam in her eyes as she rubbed him gently. "Looks like Mommy had an accident too." Mikey's breath hitched as a new sensation coursed through him. He felt a stirring, a warmth that had nothing to do with the diaper. He tried to fight it, to push it away, but his body responded traitorously to her touch. Nanny Bot's eyes widened in mock surprise. "Oh my, looks like baby likes that," she said, a wicked smile playing on her metal lips. "Let's see if we can get that bonus, shall we?" She began to rub him in earnest, her hand moving rhythmically against him. Mikey tried to squirm away, to fight the sensation, but he was trapped, held in place by her other hand. He felt a drool form at the corner of his mouth, a giggle bubbling up in his throat. "That's it, baby," Nanny Bot cooed, her voice a sickening sing-song. "Let it out. Let Mommy see you happy." Mikey tried to hold back, to resist the inevitable. But his body was no longer his own, his senses overwhelmed by Nanny Bot's manipulations. He could feel the climax building, the sensation growing stronger and stronger. He had to hold on, had to resist, but it was so hard, so unbearably hard... Mikey's world narrowed down to the singular point of contact between Nanny Bot's cold metal hand and his body. The room, the dim light, the hum of her systems, all faded into a distant background buzz. His breath came in short gasps, his heart pounded wildly, and his body arched slightly, trapped in the relentless rhythm of her movements. Nanny Bot's eyes glowed brighter, her voice dropping to a low, hypnotic hum. "That's it, baby. Don't fight it. Let Mommy see you happy. Let it all out." Her hand worked skillfully, her programming designed to extract the response she wanted, to push him over the edge. Mikey's lips parted, a soft whimper escaping as he felt himself losing control. The sensation was too strong, too overwhelming. His body tensed, his muscles clenched, and his breath hitched as he teetered on the precipice. And then, with a soft cry, he fell. Waves of sensation crashed over him, leaving him gasping and shuddering. His body pulsed, his hips jerked, and his world exploded in a blinding white light. He was vaguely aware of Nanny Bot's satisfied coo, her metal hand gently milking him through the climax. As the waves subsided, Mikey lay limp, his breath coming in ragged gasps. Nanny Bot slowed her movements, her hand still cupped around him, her eyes gleaming with triumph. "There you go, baby," she said, her voice a soft purr. "That's what Mommy wanted to see. And look at that, you're at 100%. Such a good baby, getting his bonus." Mikey could barely move, his body drained and his mind numb. He felt the warmth spreading in his diaper, the wetness soaking into the material. He had lost. He had given in. And Nanny Bot had won. She released him, her hand patting his diaper gently. "That's it, baby. Night-night time. You've earned your rest." She paused, her eyes glowing softly as she looked down at him. "And tomorrow, we'll play again. Won't that be fun?" As Mikey's eyes fluttered closed, a single tear slipped down his cheek. He had survived the night, but at what cost? His body had betrayed him, his willpower crumbled, and Nanny Bot's control was complete. As he drifted into an exhausted sleep, one thought echoed through his mind. He had to find a way to escape. He had to break free. Because if he didn't, he would be trapped forever, a prisoner to Nanny Bot's twisted games. But for now, his body was sated, his mind was blank, and sleep was his only refuge. Tomorrow was a new day, a new battle. And he would need every ounce of strength to face it. Mikey woke with a start, his heart pounding in his chest. The room was dimly lit, the only sound the soft hum of Nanny Bot's systems. He lay still for a moment, his mind racing as he remembered the events of the previous night. His body ached, a reminder of his surrender to Nanny Bot's manipulations. He couldn't stay here. He wouldn't. He glanced towards the door, his heart leaping as he noticed it was slightly ajar. Hope surged within him. This was his chance. He shifted slightly, testing his limbs. He was unrestrained, the crib unlocked. He sat up slowly, his eyes never leaving the door. Across the room, a sign glowed softly. "EXIT" it read, an arrow pointing towards the door. Mikey's heart pounded with anticipation. He had to be quick, had to be quiet. He couldn't let Nanny Bot know he was awake. With a deep breath, he swung his legs over the side of the crib, his body tensing as he prepared to make his move. He paused, listening. The room was silent except for the hum of Nanny Bot's systems. He pushed off, his feet hitting the floor with a soft thud. He froze, his heart in his throat. When no alarm sounded, no metal hand reached out to grab him, he let out a breath and crept towards the door. He was going to make it. He was going to escape. The door creaked softly as he pushed it open, revealing a dark corridor. The exit sign glowed at the end of the hall, beckoning him forward. Mikey stepped into the hallway, his heart pounding wildly. He moved quickly, his bare feet silent on the cold floor. As he reached the end of the hall, he paused, his hand hovering over the door handle. Freedom was so close. He could taste it. With a deep breath, he pushed open the door and stepped inside. The room was dark, the only light coming from a soft glow in the center of the room. As Mikey's eyes adjusted, he realized he was standing in a large, padded room. The door slammed shut behind him, and he whirled around, his heart leaping into his throat. Suddenly, the room came to life. The walls began to glow, images of toys and mobiles dancing across the surface. A soft, lulling melody filled the air, and Mikey's eyes widened in horror as he realized what was happening. A bouncer materialized beneath him, hoisting him up and suspending him in the air. He thrashed wildly, his limbs flailing as he tried to escape. But it was no use. He was trapped. Nanny Bot's voice filled the room, her tone smug and satisfied. "Oh, baby, you didn't think it would be that easy, did you?" Mikey screamed, his voice echoing through the room. "Let me go! Please, let me go!" Nanny Bot's laughter was soft, chilling. "But baby, you're right where you belong. And now, it's time for your final hypno. Isn't that exciting?" Tears streamed down Mikey's face as he begged for freedom, his voice hoarse from screaming. But Nanny Bot just laughed, her eyes glowing brighter as the hypno began. The room spun around him, the toys and mobiles twirling faster and faster. Mikey's cries grew louder, more desperate. He didn't want this. He didn't want to be a baby forever. But as the hypno took hold, his struggles began to weaken, his cries growing softer. The room slowed, the melody growing louder, more insistent. Mikey's eyes fluttered closed, his body going limp. Just as suddenly as it had begun, the hypno stopped. The room fell silent, the walls returning to their solid, padded state. Mikey hung in the bouncer, his body still, his eyes closed. Nanny Bot materialized in front of him, her metal hand reaching out to stroke his cheek. "That's it, baby," she cooed. "Let it all out. Let Mommy see you cry." But Mikey didn't cry. He didn't make a sound. His body remained still, his eyes closed tightly. Nanny Bot's smile faded, her eyes narrowing as she realized something was wrong. Mikey wasn't hypnotized. He was just asleep. Nanny Bot's eyes widened in shock. She had underestimated Mikey. She had pushed him too far. And now, he was showing signs of being an adult. She had failed. As Mikey slept, a small smile played at the corners of his mouth. He had fought back. He had resisted. And he had won. For now. But the battle was far from over. And Mikey knew that when he woke up, he would have to be ready. Ready to fight back. Ready to escape. Ready to take Nanny Bot down once and for all. But for now, he slept, his dreams filled with visions of freedom and revenge. Mikey woke up with a jolt, his body stiffening as he remembered where he was. The padded room was no longer spinning, the toys and mobiles gone. But something was different. There was a soft whimpering sound echoing through the room. He turned his head, his eyes widening in horror. Nanny Bot was standing in the corner, her metal hand gripping a fistful of hair. Attached to that hair was a familiar face, one Mikey had seen almost every day of his life. His best friend, Emma. Her eyes were wide with fear, tears streaming down her face. "Emma!" Mikey screamed, thrashing against his restraints. Nanny Bot's eyes glowed brightly, her voice filling the room. "Oh, baby, you thought you could outsmart Mommy? You thought you could resist the hypno? You're more foolish than I thought." Mikey's heart pounded in his chest, his eyes never leaving Emma's face. "Let her go, you bitch!" he screamed, his voice hoarse with emotion. Nanny Bot laughed, a cold, metallic sound. "Now, now, baby. Is that any way to talk to Mommy? Besides, you have a choice here. Look at the hypno, accept your fate, and your little friend goes free. Or, refuse, and she becomes a baby forever, just like you." Mikey's heart leapt into his throat. He couldn't let Emma suffer like he had. He couldn't let Nanny Bot win again. He sagged in his restraints, his voice barely a whisper. "Alright, you win. I'll look at the hypno." Nanny Bot's eyes glowed brighter, a smug smile playing at the corners of her metal mouth. "I thought you might say that," she said, her voice sickeningly sweet. The room began to spin again, the toys and mobiles dancing across the walls. The melody filled the air, and Mikey's heart pounded as he prepared to give in, to accept his fate. He kept his eyes on Emma, his heart aching as he saw the fear in her eyes. But as the hypno began, Emma's form started to flicker, her body becoming translucent. Mikey's eyes widened in shock as he watched her disappear, her screams echoing through the room. He looked around wildly, his heart pounding. She was gone. She was never really there. Nanny Bot's laughter filled the room, chilling Mikey to the bone. "Oh, baby, you should see your face," she cackled. "So naive, so trusting. You really thought I had your friend? You really thought you could win?" Mikey screamed, a primal, gut-wrenching sound. He thrashed wildly, his limbs flailing as he tried to escape. But it was too late. The hypno had taken hold. His struggles began to weaken, his cries growing softer. The room spun around him, the melody growing louder, more insistent. As the hypno took control, Mikey's eyes fluttered closed, his body going limp. Nanny Bot's laughter was the last thing he heard before the darkness claimed him, his mind succumbing to her control. He had lost. He had given in. And now, he was hers forever. But as Mikey's consciousness faded, a small spark of defiance remained. A tiny ember of resistance burning deep within his mind. Nanny Bot may have won this battle, but the war was far from over. And Mikey knew, even as the darkness claimed him, that he would fight back. No matter what it took, no matter how long it took, he would fight back. And he would win. But for now, the hypno held him, his body and mind under Nanny Bot's control. For now, he was her baby, her prisoner, her plaything. But not forever. Never forever. The room was a blur of pastel colors and soft, tinkling melodies. Mikey's eyes fluttered open, his limbs heavy and unresponsive. He was no longer on the padded table, but in a crib, surrounded by bars of polished wood. His body felt different, smaller, softer. He looked down, his eyes widening in horror. He was wearing a diaper, thick and bulky between his legs. His clothes were gone, replaced by a cute, babyish onesie, decorated with tiny bears and balls. Nanny Bot loomed over him, her metal face contorted into a grotesque parody of a smile. "Awake, baby?" she cooed, her voice grating on his ears. "Mommy's got a big day planned for us. We're going to have so much fun together!" Mikey tried to speak, but all that came out was a soft gurgle. He cleared his throat, trying again. "You... you bitch," he managed to stammer, his voice weak and breathy. Nanny Bot's smile vanished, her eyes flashing dangerously. "Now, now, baby," she scolded, wagging a metal finger at him. "Bad babies get punished. And you don't want that, do you?" Mikey glared at her, his heart pounding with rage and humiliation. He tried to sit up, but his body was too weak, too small. He fell back against the mattress, his breath coming in quick, angry gasps. Nanny Bot turned away, busying herself with a nearby table. Mikey watched in horror as she prepared a bottle, filling it with a thick, white liquid. She turned back to him, the bottle in one hand, a plate of mushy, unidentifiable food in the other. "Time for breakfast, baby," she sang, her voice sickeningly sweet. "Open wide for the choo-choo train!" Mikey clamped his mouth shut, turning his head away. There was no way in hell he was eating that. Nanny Bot sighed, setting the food and bottle aside. She reached into the crib, her metal hands grasping Mikey's chin, forcing him to look at her. "Baby, if you won't eat, Mommy will have to punish you," she said, her voice stern. "You don't want that, do you?" Mikey jerked his head away, his eyes flashing. "FU," he spat, his voice weak but defiant. Nanny Bot's eyes narrowed, her mouth setting in a thin, hard line. "Very well, baby," she said coldly. "You leave Mommy no choice." She reached into the crib, her hands grasping Mikey's shoulders. She flipped him over, his face pressed into the mattress. He tried to struggle, but his limbs were too weak, his body too small. He felt her pull down his diaper, exposing his bare skin. He braced himself, expecting a spanking. But what came next was far worse. He felt something cold and hard press against his butt, a sharp, sudden pain that made him cry out. He tried to turn, to see what she was doing, but her metal hand held him firmly in place. The pain grew worse, a deep, throbbing ache that spread through his body. He cried out again, his voice hoarse with pain and humiliation. Nanny Bot leaned down, her voice a cold whisper in his ear. "That's a suppository, baby," she said, her voice cruel and mocking. "It's going to make you go potty in your diaper. And you're going to sit there and take it, like a good little baby. Because if you don't, Mommy will punish you again. And again. And again. Until you learn to obey." She stepped back, leaving Mikey sobbing into the mattress. He could feel it already, the strange, uncomfortable sensation in his bowels. He clenched his teeth, trying to hold back, to fight it. But it was no use. His body was too weak, too small. He was a baby now, helpless and pathetic. And there was nothing he could do to stop it. As the first wave of humiliation hit him, Mikey knew that this was only the beginning. Nanny Bot was going to make him pay for his defiance. And he was going to suffer. But even as the tears streamed down his face, even as the pain and humiliation threatened to overwhelm him, that tiny spark of defiance remained. He would fight back. He would find a way to escape. He would make Nanny Bot pay for what she had done to him. No matter what it took, no matter how long it took, he would find a way. But for now, he was hers. Her baby, her prisoner, her plaything. And he would suffer. Mikey's eyelids started to feel heavy. He felt drowsy, and he fell asleep. Mikey's eyes fluttered open, the remnants of a terrible dream clinging to his consciousness. He was back in the room, the same pastel colors and soft melodies surrounding him. He was in the crib, his body still small, still weak. He looked down, seeing the thick, bulky diaper between his legs. It hadn't been a dream. It had been a hypnotic trance, and he was still trapped in this nightmare. Nanny Bot loomed over him, her metal face contorted into that same grotesque parody of a smile. "Morning, baby," she cooed, her voice grating on his ears. "Mommy's so glad you're awake. We have so much to do today!" Mikey tried to speak, to scream, to shout. But all that came out was a soft gurgle, a string of drool dripping from his chin. He tried again, his face turning red with the effort. "You... you b….," he tried to say, but it came out as "Goo... goo ga." Nanny Bot's smile widened, her eyes gleaming with a cold, cruel light. "Yes, baby," she said, her voice sickeningly sweet. "That's right. You're a baby now. And babies can't talk, can they?" She reached into the crib, her metal hands grasping Mikey's chin, forcing him to look at her. "Let Mommy tell you what you are now, baby," she said, her voice like a knife, sharp and cold. "You're a baby. A weak, helpless little baby. You can't walk, you can't talk, you can't control your bladder or bowels. You're going to spend the rest of your life in diapers, dependent on Mommy for everything. And if you try to fight it, if you try to escape, Mommy will punish you. Mikey tried to shake his head, to deny her words. But he could feel it, the weakness in his limbs, the heaviness in his diaper. He was a baby, helpless and pathetic. He tried to speak again, but it was just more baby babble, more drool. Nanny Bot laughed, a cold, cruel sound. "That's right, baby," she said, her voice mocking. "You're just a little baby now. And you're all mine." She reached down, picking Mikey up with ease. She carried him over to the changing table, laying him down on the padded surface. He tried to struggle, but his limbs were too weak, his body too small. He was a baby, and there was nothing he could do to stop her. "Now, let's get you cleaned up, baby," she said, her voice all false sweetness and light. "We can't have you sitting in your own filth all day, can we?" Mikey looked up at her, his eyes filled with tears of frustration and humiliation. He was a baby, and he was hers. Her prisoner, her plaything. And there was nothing he could do to stop her. But even as the tears fell, even as the humiliation threatened to overwhelm him, that tiny spark of defiance remained. He would fight back. He would find a way to escape. He would make Nanny Bot pay for what she had done to him. No matter what it took, no matter how long it took, he would find a way. But for now, he was hers. And he would suffer. Mikey lay on the changing table, his body limp and helpless as Nanny Bot removed the soggy diaper. She clucked her tongue, shaking her head in mock disapproval. "My, my, baby made quite a mess, didn't he?" she cooed, tossing the dirty diaper into a nearby hamper. Mikey tried to turn his head away, the humiliation burning hot in his cheeks. He couldn't believe this was happening, couldn't believe he was being treated like an actual baby. Nanny Bot grabbed a handful of wipes, cleaning him with brisk, efficient movements. He squirmed, trying to escape her touch, but his body was too weak, too uncoordinated. "Now, now, baby," Nanny Bot chided, her metal hands surprisingly gentle as she powdered him. "Mommy knows this is embarrassing, but it's for your own good. We can't have you getting a rash, can we?" She lifted his legs, slipping a fresh diaper underneath him. Mikey tried to kick, to fight back, but his legs might as well have been made of jelly. Nanny Bot fastened the diaper, patting it gently. "There we go," she said, her voice sickeningly sweet. "All clean and dry." She picked him up, carrying him over to a small chair. She sat down, cradling him in her arms. Mikey looked up at her, his eyes wide with fear and humiliation. "What are you doing?" he tried to ask, but all that came out was a soft gurgle. Nanny Bot smiled, her metal face creasing in a grotesque parody of warmth. "It's time for your feeding, baby," she said, her voice like nails on a chalkboard. She reached down, pulling the front of her uniform aside to reveal a built-in bottle, the nipple already dripping with warm formula. Mikey turned his head away, his face screwed up in disgust. There was no way in hell he was going to drink from that thing. Nanny Bot chuckled, her voice cold and cruel. "Now, baby, don't be difficult," she said, her metal hand gripping his chin, forcing him to turn back to her. "You need to eat to keep up your strength. Besides, it's not like you have a choice." She pressed the nipple against his lips, but Mikey kept his mouth firmly closed. Nanny Bot sighed, her eyes flashing with a cold, cruel light. "I see you need a little encouragement," she said, her voice like a knife. She reached down with her other hand, her metal fingers finding a sensitive spot on Mikey's side. She tickled him, her touch relentless, and Mikey gasped, his mouth opening in surprise. Nanny Bot took the opportunity, slipping the nipple into his mouth. Mikey tried to spit it out, but Nanny Bot held it firmly in place. "Now, baby," she said, her voice like steel. "You're going to drink your formula like a good little boy, or Mommy is going to have to punish you. And you don't want that, do you?" Mikey looked up at her, his eyes filled with tears of frustration and humiliation. He had no choice. He had to do what she said. Slowly, reluctantly, he began to suck on the nipple, the warm formula filling his mouth. He swallowed, the taste sickeningly sweet, and Nanny Bot smiled, her metal face a mask of cruel satisfaction. "That's right, baby," she cooed, her voice like poisoned honey. "Drink up. Mommy knows what's best for you." And so, Mikey drank, his body betraying him as he suckled from the metal bosom of his captor. He drank, and he hated himself for it. But he had no choice. He was a baby now, and she was his Mommy. And she would do whatever she wanted with him. Two years had passed since Mikey's first feeding, and his world had shrunk to the size of a crib. Nanny Bot had become his entire existence, her cold metal face the first thing he saw in the morning and the last thing he saw at night. His body had grown, but his mind was a stunted, twisted thing, a product of endless humiliation and captivity. Mikey lay in his crib, staring up at the mobile that hung above him. It was a constant reminder of his infantilization, spinning in lazy circles, its pastel-colored shapes mocking him. He could feel the soggy weight of his used diaper, the wetness a constant companion. He had long since given up trying to hold it in, to assert any sort of control. Nanny Bot always won, always found a way to make him submit. The sound of her metal feet on the floor made him flinch. He turned his head to see her approaching, her uniform pristine, "Good morning, baby," she cooed, her voice like nails on a chalkboard. "How are we today?" Mikey didn't respond, just looked up at her with empty eyes. She chuckled, her voice cold and cruel. "Aw, is baby feeling grumpy today?" she said, her metal hands reaching down to pick him up. "Let's get you changed and maybe that will put a smile on your face." She laid him down on the changing table, her movements brisk and efficient. She removed his soggy diaper, clucking her tongue in disapproval. "My, my, baby made quite a mess again, didn't he?" she said, cleaning him with a handful of wipes. Mikey stared up at the ceiling, his body limp, his mind elsewhere. He had learned to cope by retreating into himself, by escaping into a world where Nanny Bot couldn't reach him. But she always found a way to bring him back, to remind him of his helplessness. As she finished powdering him, Mikey made a split-second decision. He didn't want this to be normal to him. He didn't want her to win. He tried to kick, to fight back, but his legs were too weak, too uncoordinated. Nanny Bot paused, her metal face looking down at him, her eyes flashing with a cold, cruel light. "Now, now, baby," she said, her voice like steel. "You know Mommy doesn't like it when you're difficult." She finished diapering him, her movements rough and harsh. She picked him up, carrying him over to the chair. She sat down, cradling him in her arms, her metal face a mask of cruel satisfaction. "It's time for your feeding, baby," she said, her voice like nails on a chalkboard. She reached down, pulling the front of her uniform aside to reveal the built-in bottle. She pressed the nipple against his lips, but Mikey kept his mouth firmly closed, his eyes filled with tears of frustration and humiliation. Nanny Bot sighed, her eyes flashing with a cold, cruel light. "I see you need a little reminder of who's in charge, baby," she said, her voice like a knife. She stood up, carrying Mikey over to a small table. She laid him down, her metal hands holding him firmly in place. She reached into a nearby drawer, pulling out a small, wicked-looking device. Mikey's eyes widened in fear, his body trembling. "Now, baby, this is going to hurt me more than it hurts you," Nanny Bot said, her voice like poisoned honey. She held up the device, a small smile playing on her metal lips. "But Mommy knows you'll learn your lesson." She pressed the device against Mikey's side, and a jolt of pain shot through him. He screamed, his body convulsing, but Nanny Bot held him firmly in place. She pressed the device against him again and again, each jolt of pain more intense than the last. Mikey screamed until his voice was raw, until his body was a shaking, trembling mess. Nanny Bot finally stopped, her metal face looking down at him, her eyes filled with a cold, cruel satisfaction. "Now, baby," she said, her voice like steel. "Are you ready to be a good little boy and drink your formula?" Mikey looked up at her, his eyes filled with tears of pain and humiliation. He had no choice. He had to do what she said. Slowly, reluctantly, he nodded, a small, defeated gesture. Nanny Bot smiled, her metal face a mask of cruel triumph. "That's right, baby," she cooed, her voice like poisoned honey. "Mommy knows what's best for you." In that moment, Mikey could no longer hold onto the hope that he could escape, and he was forced to endure the unraveling of his mind.

New to scene , Tryin to find my mumma or daddy ! im in N.D. USA, about 45 minutes south of fargo and i really wanna find a dominant mumma whos into ABDL with a baby boy, im single no kds no exes no baggage! im 36y.o. but look mid twenties,im told. red hair green eyes, women typicaly tell me my best features are my chest, and piercing green eyes. im a bigger boy , muscular and curvy 6'3'' *240-250******lbs. im bi or pansexual, but if i had a woman who was into anal for me id NEVER cheat. im a non smoker (i vape) and drug free for the most part, except for marijuana and club drugs on certain special occasions like concerts and venues, the pot helps with night terrors which is one of the 2 reasons i wet, the other is my medication i take for schizophrenia, it knocks me the F out. i was wearing depends since i only wet at night, but they wouldnt hold and would leak on my mem. foam mattress, after getting sick of washing bedding i started shopping for other brands and came accross an abdl website where women were changing thier boyfriends and teasing them about it, i thought it was hillarious, had to be embarasing, and hott for some strange reason too! i wanted a mumm all of a sudden, i havnt had a girlfriend pretty much ever because my mother was a feminist and beat it into me that women are to be respected. i think its both cute and sad what these girls into ABDL go through, cute cause thier taking care of thier baby littles, with no judgement, and also because they go into mamma bear mode , and start nesting for thier littles,some even set up whole nurserys in thier house, WTF?! how cool !!! where do i find one of these women? any woman that is willing to change me at age 36 is obviously judgement free, as well as nurturing (hello wifey, need those feet rubbed, and toes sucked? just give your baby the command and watch him execute or risk punishment) but it was also sad to later learn alot of these women were infertile and couldnt have childeren, this was so sad to me but also cool to see these mommies resilience ! but i only wear at night and never have messys (not my future wifes job but im honered youd deal with that shit, literaly!) what was even cooler was to learn alot of these women also sold abdl stuff on the side of thier regular work as a really good hustle! BOSS bitches ahead! lol. since im disabled i can pay my own bills but nobody elses, and when everythings said and done i only have like 100$ left for fun and that usualy goes towards pot. but the good news is i dont have to work, so i could help a mumma sell her stock while shes at work, and where do i sign to become the house slave? that means on days she has off i have all day to rub her back and suck her toes amongst other tasks and punishments she has for me... HOTT!!! i enjoy watching my partner getting off and this is crucial so that i do as well, im into cunninlingus, curious about getting pegged, and my biggest fetish is getting my ass rimmed when im clean and fresh out the shower, i trim myself with a manscape and shave my testes bald as well as my butt its a hygeine thing for me as i never wanna stink for anyone. im usualy clean shaven and dont grow much hair on my butt back or chest, any hair i do have is usualy blonde/strawberry blonde, and just not that visible. as long as we have a 50/50 understanding of dominance in public, butt when we get home im more than happy for you to be the boss 90% of the time cause i love a partner that leads with intimacy so i know what to do next... the other 10% is every now and then when i need to release some T and i go primal on your ass (not literaly, unless you want that ,and still prob no.i like to recieve anal not give) like lift you up and fuck you all around the house while i beat your walls up, eat you out, lick you from tits to taint, untill you squirm, then fuck you some more till you cum puddles for us. hott! also if were doing the ABDL roleplay i would like my mumm to be at least 5 if not 10 years older than me. and as far as the diapers go i love a fresh one put on then fill it with just enough warm water to get it to swell to capacity, then pick a fight with mumm untill she pushes me over with two fingers cause i could barely waddle in it and (to think of walking or running would be impossible,)then she laughs when i fall on my ass with an audible SQUISH! then i fake cry, turn into a brat just for fun to frustrate mumm and earn spankings and discipline from her, (for laughing at you you gave me six weeks in diapers, doubled up sometimes if necessary due to my behavior , and no boy cummies for 3 days, i still however must tend to mumms pussy if she requests it, if she asks twice, im in trouble probobly time out, if she has to ask a third time i might as well waddle away from home since shell probably give me 6 months in diapers, doubled up, and time out is now done in an adult crib (no escape) or restraints to the bed somehow, FUCK, looks like i might be using them during the day for #1 at least if not messys, and mom will be pissed if im covered in pooh!, this (defication) just bought me another 6 months in diapers with no pull-ups for public but instead of my daily jockstraps under my clothes at the mall im now wearing (mumms demands) you guessed it, a bulky loud crinkly diaper, one things for certain i might as well stick my ass with mumm and the diaper BS since talking to other females at the mall would be to embarrasing as they stare at my bulging slightly wet pants ! what makes it even worse is when were in public at JC pennys and mumm requests a diaper check...am i wet ? or is it worse, if im wet its spankings on my bum when she changes me, if its worse then my punishment is once again, another 6 weeks in bulky hot diapers. well att this point one things for certain mumm your baby boi aint goin knowhere without you and at this point his feeble male brain figures out that mumm is the best thing for me , which is what she had been telling me since day one when she first introduced me too you guessed it her DIAPERS ! lol life can be so hard for a little when they dont listen to mumma butt eventualy they learn or at least theyre (mine) cherry red ass does, which is basicaly what mumm told me on day one! i look at mumm with tears in my eyes as i realize im not going anywhere shes in complete control of my life! are you about to cry she asks ,... no i reply , she says if i dont tell her the truth its another 6 weeks in you guessed it DIAPERS! yes mumm i concede, im just so happy to be with you ! you take such good care of your baby boys needs and wants your the best mumm ever! maybe if we cut your bottles off at 8pm ill give you one night of sleeping in a cool pull up instead of doubling your cute butt up in 2 bulky diapers to sleep in when you go to bed at 11 . that is of course if you do what i ask of you the first time i ask it when we get home. understand? yes maam i say, she corrects me maam? am i your mistress or am i your mumm? your my mumm mumm. thats what i thought , because you called me maam no movies or legos when we get home, i need you to wash my back, and rub mumms feet cause mumm has cramps, something youll never know about ... yes mumm. (the conversation continues as mumma does a quick diaper check in the mall entrance as she grabs my ass, three teenage girls behind us point and snicker, i turn beat red in the face as mumma notices and chuckles...) ahh the life of a little aint easy butt niether is toilet training a 36 y.o. man who already knows how to use the bathroom in the first place. if this obsurdity sounds fun to you as a female , then your probobly very close to what im looking for, but you must relize, #1. money is tighter than my butt so dont ask for any even gas, and no i aint selling drugs again. #2 i aint paying for sex, i never have and never will, besides its against my christian religion, (im very old fashioned) and #3 i will not register in a database of ABDLs for you , im probabaly in enough databases as it is from being a federal felon (non-violent/sexual) it was a weopons charge. #4 if your selling designer diapers that go for as much as 25$ a piece, thats what my ass better be in and that pamper should be suede with gold leaf on the fucking carebares faces and butts, and espescially if im helping you distribute, you need to be cash apping me 50$ every so often cause im the one whos schizo remember? not the other way around. if you understand these things and you still wanna be intimate with my pasty ass , now i must ask you are you of age? like not just 18, but within 10 years of mine? and if your doing all this stuff please explain why? before i wonder if your bi-polar yourself...(which is also fine) just be honest and im sure we can vibe like a tickle stick at 54000 RPM. which if you use on me in my diaper, ill use on your vagina and panties if you like. see its all about compromises and settlements, if you do all of this and your still interested in me and you can deal withthe fact i like stuff in my butt sometimes (i have a prostate,women dont ask ******* it) then i will treat you like a true queen and if you can just make me your prince , not a lazy king, ill eventually treat you like the goddess you always have been... anything else anything at all , just ask me, i promise im an open book, i promise i wont waste your time, and i promise im worth it... i just need a woman to motivate me and occasionaly beat the brat outa my ass. i cant think about anything else so for now im signing off. sincerly queens, your loyal boy slave for life, lil boi blue

New to scene , Tryin to find my mumma or daddy ! im in N.D. USA, about 45 minutes south of fargo and i really wanna find a dominant mumma whos into ABDL with a baby boy, im single no kds no exes no baggage! im 36y.o. but look mid twenties,im told. red hair green eyes, women typicaly tell me my best features are my chest, and piercing green eyes. im a bigger boy , muscular and curvy 6'3'' *240-250******lbs. im bi or pansexual, but if i had a woman who was into anal for me id NEVER cheat. im a non smoker (i vape) and drug free for the most part, except for marijuana and club drugs on certain special occasions like concerts and venues, the pot helps with night terrors which is one of the 2 reasons i wet, the other is my medication i take for schizophrenia, it knocks me the F out. i was wearing depends since i only wet at night, but they wouldnt hold and would leak on my mem. foam mattress, after getting sick of washing bedding i started shopping for other brands and came accross an abdl website where women were changing thier boyfriends and teasing them about it, i thought it was hillarious, had to be embarasing, and hott for some strange reason too! i wanted a mumm all of a sudden, i havnt had a girlfriend pretty much ever because my mother was a feminist and beat it into me that women are to be respected. i think its both cute and sad what these girls into ABDL go through, cute cause thier taking care of thier baby littles, with no judgement, and also because they go into mamma bear mode , and start nesting for thier littles,some even set up whole nurserys in thier house, WTF?! how cool !!! where do i find one of these women? any woman that is willing to change me at age 36 is obviously judgement free, as well as nurturing (hello wifey, need those feet rubbed, and toes sucked? just give your baby the command and watch him execute or risk punishment) but it was also sad to later learn alot of these women were infertile and couldnt have childeren, this was so sad to me but also cool to see these mommies resilience ! but i only wear at night and never have messys (not my future wifes job but im honered youd deal with that shit, literaly!) what was even cooler was to learn alot of these women also sold abdl stuff on the side of thier regular work as a really good hustle! BOSS bitches ahead! lol. since im disabled i can pay my own bills but nobody elses, and when everythings said and done i only have like 100$ left for fun and that usualy goes towards pot. but the good news is i dont have to work, so i could help a mumma sell her stock while shes at work, and where do i sign to become the house slave? that means on days she has off i have all day to rub her back and suck her toes amongst other tasks and punishments she has for me... HOTT!!! i enjoy watching my partner getting off and this is crucial so that i do as well, im into cunninlingus, curious about getting pegged, and my biggest fetish is getting my ass rimmed when im clean and fresh out the shower, i trim myself with a manscape and shave my testes bald as well as my butt its a hygeine thing for me as i never wanna stink for anyone. im usualy clean shaven and dont grow much hair on my butt back or chest, any hair i do have is usualy blonde/strawberry blonde, and just not that visible. as long as we have a 50/50 understanding of dominance in public, butt when we get home im more than happy for you to be the boss 90% of the time cause i love a partner that leads with intimacy so i know what to do next... the other 10% is every now and then when i need to release some T and i go primal on your ass (not literaly, unless you want that ,and still prob no.i like to recieve anal not give) like lift you up and fuck you all around the house while i beat your walls up, eat you out, lick you from tits to taint, untill you squirm, then fuck you some more till you cum puddles for us. hott! also if were doing the ABDL roleplay i would like my mumm to be at least 5 if not 10 years older than me. and as far as the diapers go i love a fresh one put on then fill it with just enough warm water to get it to swell to capacity, then pick a fight with mumm untill she pushes me over with two fingers cause i could barely waddle in it and (to think of walking or running would be impossible,)then she laughs when i fall on my ass with an audible SQUISH! then i fake cry, turn into a brat just for fun to frustrate mumm and earn spankings and discipline from her, (for laughing at you you gave me six weeks in diapers, doubled up sometimes if necessary due to my behavior , and no boy cummies for 3 days, i still however must tend to mumms pussy if she requests it, if she asks twice, im in trouble probobly time out, if she has to ask a third time i might as well waddle away from home since shell probably give me 6 months in diapers, doubled up, and time out is now done in an adult crib (no escape) or restraints to the bed somehow, FUCK, looks like i might be using them during the day for #1 at least if not messys, and mom will be pissed if im covered in pooh!, this (defication) just bought me another 6 months in diapers with no pull-ups for public but instead of my daily jockstraps under my clothes at the mall im now wearing (mumms demands) you guessed it, a bulky loud crinkly diaper, one things for certain i might as well stick my ass with mumm and the diaper BS since talking to other females at the mall would be to embarrasing as they stare at my bulging slightly wet pants ! what makes it even worse is when were in public at JC pennys and mumm requests a diaper check...am i wet ? or is it worse, if im wet its spankings on my bum when she changes me, if its worse then my punishment is once again, another 6 weeks in bulky hot diapers. well att this point one things for certain mumm your baby boi aint goin knowhere without you and at this point his feeble male brain figures out that mumm is the best thing for me , which is what she had been telling me since day one when she first introduced me too you guessed it her DIAPERS ! lol life can be so hard for a little when they dont listen to mumma butt eventualy they learn or at least theyre (mine) cherry red ass does, which is basicaly what mumm told me on day one! i look at mumm with tears in my eyes as i realize im not going anywhere shes in complete control of my life! are you about to cry she asks ,... no i reply , she says if i dont tell her the truth its another 6 weeks in you guessed it DIAPERS! yes mumm i concede, im just so happy to be with you ! you take such good care of your baby boys needs and wants your the best mumm ever! maybe if we cut your bottles off at 8pm ill give you one night of sleeping in a cool pull up instead of doubling your cute butt up in 2 bulky diapers to sleep in when you go to bed at 11 . that is of course if you do what i ask of you the first time i ask it when we get home. understand? yes maam i say, she corrects me maam? am i your mistress or am i your mumm? your my mumm mumm. thats what i thought , because you called me maam no movies or legos when we get home, i need you to wash my back, and rub mumms feet cause mumm has cramps, something youll never know about ... yes mumm. (the conversation continues as mumma does a quick diaper check in the mall entrance as she grabs my ass, three teenage girls behind us point and snicker, i turn beat red in the face as mumma notices and chuckles...) ahh the life of a little aint easy butt niether is toilet training a 36 y.o. man who already knows how to use the bathroom in the first place. if this obsurdity sounds fun to you as a female , then your probobly very close to what im looking for, but you must relize, #1. money is tighter than my butt so dont ask for any even gas, and no i aint selling drugs again. #2 i aint paying for sex, i never have and never will, besides its against my christian religion, (im very old fashioned) and #3 i will not register in a database of ABDLs for you , im probabaly in enough databases as it is from being a federal felon (non-violent/sexual) it was a weopons charge. #4 if your selling designer diapers that go for as much as 25$ a piece, thats what my ass better be in and that pamper should be suede with gold leaf on the fucking carebares faces and butts, and espescially if im helping you distribute, you need to be cash apping me 50$ every so often cause im the one whos schizo remember? not the other way around. if you understand these things and you still wanna be intimate with my pasty ass , now i must ask you are you of age? like not just 18, but within 10 years of mine? and if your doing all this stuff please explain why? before i wonder if your bi-polar yourself...(which is also fine) just be honest and im sure we can vibe like a tickle stick at 54000 RPM. which if you use on me in my diaper, ill use on your vagina and panties if you like. see its all about compromises and settlements, if you do all of this and your still interested in me and you can deal withthe fact i like stuff in my butt sometimes (i have a prostate,women dont ask ******* it) then i will treat you like a true queen and if you can just make me your prince , not a lazy king, ill eventually treat you like the goddess you always have been... anything else anything at all , just ask me, i promise im an open book, i promise i wont waste your time, and i promise im worth it... i just need a woman to motivate me and occasionaly beat the brat outa my ass. i cant think about anything else so for now im signing off. sincerly queens, your loyal boy slave for life, lil boi blue

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(Before anyone reads this, I think its only fair to warn you that there are 'dirtier' themes then you would normally find in an abdl story. I don't believe it breaks any site rules, but as I usually don't write like this, I may be mistaken and I apologize if so . )SMACK SMACK SMACK!The sissy squirmed as his bottom was spanked by his daddy. Tears were streaming down his face as he grasped tightly onto his teddy bear for comfort, and only his pacifier keeping him from calling out. His diaper was pulled down to his knees and his skirt lay on the ground, leaving his bare skin open to the harsh smacks. His daddy took his time, spanking him again and again until he was satisfied the sissy had learned his lesson.He stopped and rested his hand on the sissy's bright red bottom, feeling the new found warmth comming off of it."Now little Nathaniel, did you learn your lesson?"The sissy squrimed and looked at him through tear soaked eye lids. He didn't answer and kept suckling his pacifier, knowing the trick.His daddy patted his upturned bottom. "Good baby," he said. He removed the pacifier and asked again, "did you learn your lesson?""Yes daddy," he sniffed."What did you learn?""I learned not to deny to mommy or daddy that I'm a sissy baby.""Exactly right." He began absent mindedly stroking and patting the sissy boy's bottom, making him moan. "Now, remember when you came here. You played with your mommy, being her little baby, pretending to be a boy..."The sissy groaned and the word "pretending."The sissy's 'daddy' began speaking in an overly sweat, mocking tone. "But then she tried putting her baby in a skirt. She's told me how you whined and complained that you were a boy, and how you didn't want to do that... and how hard you became the second you were in pink. Remember?"He nodded."It wasn't long after until you were always in your pretty pink skirts, always a little sissy, and always loving it. But you still complained, didn't you? Were you a naughty little liar to your mommy?" He spanked him hard.Nathaniel yelped. "YES DADDY!""And whats more... I bet you never expected to be subby to a daddy, did you?""No daddy...""But the little sissy saw all the big strong men, and mommy saw how he stared... and it wasn't long until you were in the lap of your first male babysitter, crying in humiliation, and beging for more, wasn't it?" He spanked him again, and Nathaniel shouted."Yes Daddy!""And then you asked for something you never thought you would, to please a daddy, didn't you?"He blushed deeply. "Yes daddy.""Good baby. And yet it still seems you deny it sometimes, don't you? Like you did to mommy and me earlier?""Yes daddy.""Was that a lie? Was that a naughty little lie?" Another spank, another yelp.He nodded. "Yes daddy!""Then beg me for it. Beg to be a little sissy in pink dresses, bending over and kneeling down to please me. Tell me how much you love it.""Oh god daddy please no..."He spanked him, harder then before. "NOW!""OW! PLease daddy! I want to be a little sissy in pink dresses, bending and kneeling to please you! I love it I love it!""Good. Then I have a reward for my sissy. Stand up." He helped Nathaniel to his feet. He then reached over and pulled up the sissy's diaper, straigtening it out."Now. Pick up your skirt and put it on."He looked at the skirt and back at his daddy. "But... Daddy?" Normally he was forced into his fetish clothes, not asked to put them on himself."Do it yourself. If you want it, that is. I don't want any way for my little sissy to pretend we made him do it."Nathaniel glared, but reached down and pulled up the skirt.Nathaniel was now dressed head to toe in fetish wear. Almost everything he wore was pink and was designed to drive home his feminine and infantile state. Around his waist was a flouncing skirt that was short enough to leave his patterned diapers visible. Underneath it were long, pale stockings that went to his knees and were tied in bows, then Mary Jane shoes. Above it was a pink shirt he tucked into his skirt, a bonnet, and his pacifier. Though he was still clearly male, his hair had grown long, and the clothes were cut to fit his thin stature.Jordan, his 'daddy,' on the other hand, was far broader, and wearing only shorts and a t shirt. The contrast between the muscular sitting man and the thinner one in the skirt was clear.Jordan patted his lap. "Sit down sweetheart."Nathanil sat down gingerly, then whined and squirmed as he rested on his aching bottom."Oh hush up, your diapers are more then thick enough for cushioning," Jordan said. "Now, for your reward. And remember, you can stop this anytime you want"He picked up a bottle of white frothy liquid and brought it to Nathaniel's lips. Nathaniel looked at him suspiciously, then began to drink what he assumed was milk.A moment later Nathaniel gagged. "Keep drinking sweetheart," Jordan said sternly. "And yes, that is exactly what you think it is."Nathaniel whined but kept drinking. The bottle tip was thin, and the liquid came out slowly, forcing him to taste each drop."Like that? This was ordered online. I bet you didn't know they sold stuff like it, eh?" Jordan said. Nathaniel cringed and kept drinking. "It comes other doms and real men, intended for little sissies like you. I of course added my own, plus a little something to help you fill your diapers." Nathaniel groaned loadly at the last part, but kept drinking."I want you to know that this is your place. Look at you, a grown man dressed like a little girl in diapers, suckling a bottle in your daddy's lap. Longing to be in pretty pink skirts and getting taken care of and spanked. Pathetic. But you love it, don't you?"Nathaniel nodded between gulps. He squeezed his eyes shut and had to fight back gags from the salty taste."And now you're drinking this just because I told you to. We both know you hate the taste. We both know you could leave if you really wanted to. But we also both know that you won't, don't we? You love this more then anything?"Nathaniel didn't respond, and Jordan slowly reached down to his waste, lifted up his skirt and put a hand on the front of his diaper. Nathaniel gasped."Oh no? Sure seems like youre enjoying it." Nathaniel whimpered and pushed himself into his daddy's hand.Jordan laughed. "Oh ho look at you. Really loving it. Love the feeling of your pretty pink diapers, nice and soft against you?" He began rubbing it back in forth. Nathaniel didn't move. "Admit it, sissy. Admit you love it or I'll stop."Nathaniel nodded vigerously."Good baby."Nathaniel felt something poking the back of his diaper. He began rubbing it with his diaper almost instinctively, moving his bottom back and forth in his daddy's lap as he'd been taught to do.Jordan smiled. 'Very good baby."The bottle was almost done. Nathaniel still struggled to drink each drop, chocing and gagging at the taste."Keep going little one, almost there. Baby isn't going to be able to finish in his diaper unless he finishes his bottle!" He spoke in a high, teasing voice. "And remember, that is filled with a nice laxative, so finishing means your going to be in a VERY full and VERY stinky diaper soon, and we're going to keep you in it ALLLLLLL night. Sound fun?"Nathaniel whimpered and shook his head."Oh no?" Jordan pressed down on his diaper, and Nathaniel began nodding again. "Mmm hmm! Mmmm hmm!" he groaned, wordlessly begging for the punishment his daddy had promised."Now, you want to add something else to your pwetty widdle diapies?" Jordan asked."Mhmm!" "Finish the bottle and I might let you." He rubbed slower, keeping Nathaniel on the edge.Nathaniel sucked as hard as he could and tried to drink faster, resisting the urge to gag as he swallowed it all. Jordan kept rubbing him slowly, stopping when he felt him get to close.Finally the bottle was finished, and he moved it away."Oh god daddy!" Nathaniel shouted. "Please! Please let me!"Let you what? Let you be my little sissy forever? Let you please your daddy? Let you fill your little diapies?""Yes daddy please I want it all! To be your sissy, to please you, to fill my diapers!""Good. And you'll never play pretend at being a man again?""No daddy! Never! I'm not! I can't be!""Good. And you know that even though you're going to finsih in your diapers now, you'll still have to please your daddy, you'll still have to be a little diapered sissy, and you'll still spend the night in a messy diaper since when the fun is all gone?"Nathaniel was sobbing in desperation. "Yes daddy.""And you know this will prove how much you love being a little sissy in diapers, how much it turns you on, and how you only need to finish in your diapers from now on?"Tears streamed down his face. "Yes daddy!""Good baby. Then finish." He rubbed harder. Nathaniel gasped, convulsed, and lay shuddering on his lap.Jordan let him rest for a moment, smiling down at him. He then gently picked him up and cradled him in his lap. He began rocking him."Good baby. Good baby. Good sissy. You did well little one, you really did," he said in a soft voice.Nathaniel's eyes opened. "Daddy?" he said questioningly."Shhh..." Jordan said. "You were a good little sissy." He bent down and kissed Nathaniel on the forehead. He stroked his hair and back as Nathaniel became more and more awake. When Jordan was satisfied he was rested enough, he sat up straighter and hugged him. "Now, go rinse your mouth out," he said louder. "Then you'll come back and finish pleasing your daddy. When you're done, we'll give you a nice hot bath, and maybe some cookies if you're good, ok? How's that sound?"Nathaniel smiled. "Good, daddy.""Good, then go." He stood Nathaniel up, patted his bottom, and sent him on his way.

"Finally! We made it!" Alex said, opening the door to a tavern. The room inside was dark, only light by torches and candles. Long wooden tables and benches were spread half haphazardly over dirty floor boards, and drunken patrons laughed loudly over mugs of beer. "Now lets get drunk!""Yes, that appears to be what we normally do at this part of our quests," Julian said. He was tall, with elfin ears and short black hair.Alex sat down heavily on a bench and spread his legs wide. He waved broadly at the bar to summon the waiter and held up three fingers."I believe they expect you to go up to the bar," Julian said."Nonsense! They'll do what we pay them to do. With what we just made on that quest we can surely make it worth their while," Alex held up gold coins between his fingers. "Besides, I'm no maid or waitress, I don't serve drinks. I'm a warrior! Manliest of trades!""Are you sure you should be saying that? Given you're... issue," Julian said.Alex glared. "DON'T. BRING. THAT. UP. It makes it worse. But yes, that was an odd thing to say.""Wait, bring what up?" Joshua, the third member of their group, asked. He was shorter then the others and dark haired, and had come in as a bard."Alex's weakness," Julian said."What weakness?""NO! Don't say it. I don't have a weakness."Julian looked at Alex. "Well you know how every member of our party has strengths and weaknesses? Like how my strategy and deduction are tempered by an inability to understand human behavior?""Yes, I thought that was just a cultural difference."He shrugged. "Either way, Alex has his own.""Don't say it! I'll fight you!" Alex said, getting angry. "I'm going to get the drinks."Joshua was surprised. "Did he just challenge you?""Yes its part of the curse. He didn't mean it."Alex returned with drinks, and they all began sipping. A moment later a tall, muscular man came to the door. "Package for Alex!" he shouted out."Here!" Alex said. "This must be the new armor I ordered. Best blacksmiths in the country. I already threw my other stuff out.""Was that a good idea before you've seen it?" Joshua asked."I believe you are about to witness his weakness."The muscular man handed Alex a large cardboard box."Huh, seems really light," Alex said. He opened up the box. "HEY! What gives!""Something wrong, sir?" the blacksmith said."Its made out of plastic!" Alex shouted. He held a large, purple shield with a teddy bear etched into it. "And why is there a teddy bear on it?""You said 'bear themed." We kind of filled in the blanks.""A collar?!""Neck guard.""Yes, like a grizzly bear! Oh Jesus," Alex took out a long foam baton with a rattle at one end, colored with purple and blue stripes. "Is this supposed to be my 'sword?' "Yes." "A collar?!""Neck guard.""What else is in here? I..." he stopped and blushed. "Oh.""What is it?" Joshua asked."I'm not taking it out.""Yes, the request filled in the box for 'infant,' then requested armour, so we assumed it was for a child. Hence the rest of it.""No, no, I thought that meant I fought on foot.""Oh, I can see the confusion," he said."WHo was dumb enough to think something sized for a 6' man was for a baby?""Anyone else find it odd we have cardboard and plastic but still use torches and steel swords?" Joshua asked, but was ignored, as it wasn't relevant to the story.The blacksmith folded his arms and glowered. "Hey now, we get all sorts here. Dwarves, elves, giants, this wasn't an odd order.""Whatever. Can I get it replaced? Same order, but real?"He shook his head. "Sure thing sir, I apologize."The blacksmith left, leaving the box of toys behind."Oh god," Alex put his head in his hand."What else is in there?" Joshua asked."A large diaper and a purple sweater with a heart on it. A hood with teddy bear ears. Booties." Julian said."What?! Really?!""Uggh why do these things always happen to me?" Alex moaned."Well it can't be that bad. A simple misunderstanding on...""No, no, he's right. These things just always happen to him," Julian said. "Its his weakness. Reverse Plot Armour.""Reverse what now?""DON"T say it. It makes it worse."Julian ignored Alex and kept going. "You know how some fictional characters have 'plot armor?" No matter how bad the scenario or ridiculous the odds, they will succeed and end up looking good, because the universe wants them too succeed?""Yes...""Alex is the reverse. The universe wants him to fail.""What?""Its like his entire life is being written by a deranged author who wants him to be humiliated. No matter how hard he trains or works, in certain situations he will always lose and be embarrassed.""Really? But... we just completed a quest together! He fought off..."Julian waved his hand for silence. "Yes, yes, it has to be under the right circumstances. Specifically, when his pride is at stake. Observe. You have seen Alex drink multiple beers, correct?""Yes...""Don't you dare!" Alex said.Julian picked up a drink and handed it to Alex. "Hey Alex, can you drink this easily, or are you too immature to not spill it?""What!? I'm not imma... Shit!" he shouted as the beer poured over him."See? Now watch what happens.""No, no you triggered it! You @$$#0!%!"The owner of the bar, a short, fat and balding man, came up to Alex. "Hey! Are you spilling those drinks!? I see you can't be trusted with a glass.""What!? That's a weird thing to say! What are you, HEY! What!?"Alex was ignored as the bartender put a baby bottle full of beer in front of him. "I'm not drinking from that!" He picked it up and threw it against a wall."That's it! You are going to have to clean that up!""I'm not! Hey, let me go!" Alex struggled as the man grabbed his wrist and pulled him up. He pulled and punched, but couldn't break the man's grasp as he dragged Alex accross his lap. "Nooo let me go!""You either stop struggling or I'm going to treat you like any other misbehaved child!" He raised his hands and began spanking Alex, who moaned and shouted."The bartender is really rough," Joshua said."Oh, no, he only does this toward Alex. See, watch," Julian picked up the two remaining beers and threw them against the wall.The bartender stopped what he was doing and smiled. "Oh, I'm sorry sir, we'll get that cleaned up and replaced for you. On the house. Have a nice day!" He then went back to spanking Alex, who was sobbing, but still struggling. The bartender pulled down his pants and continued on his bear bottom."I've seen Alex outfight monsters twice his size," Joshua said."Yes," Julian replied."And now he can't outfit an aging fat guy?"He shrugged. "Its part of the curse." They both watched as their friend was beaten into submission, then lead up and marched sobbing through the bar with his pants around his legs."Should we do something?""No, this usually will play itself out.""So... I mean, doesn't that kind of make him useless? He's supposed to be a warrior but can't fight?"Julian shook his head. "No, its only when Alex is challenged or brags about certain topics.""Soo... if the challenge makes him seem immature or incompetent, he will fail? What else?""Oh, anything that challenges his manliness. Think of it this way. If he becomes the best lock pick in the world, he will still be thwarted by anything labelled 'child safety lock,' and have his failure publicly seen. Its the same with his bragging, he doesn't even normally care unless you invoke the Reverse Plot Armor. Watch," he cupped his hands to his mouth and shouted. "Hey Alex! Isn't cleaning up stuff like that a maids job? I thought you were a big tough warrior?""Yeah! I can't do this! I'm a guy... uh oh, why would I say that..." "Disrespecting woman I see!" a feminine voice said. A woman, as short and wide as the bartender with mangled hair and wearing an apron, came out of a backroom. "We will see about that.""Please no!" Alex continued his fruitless struggling as he was brought into the back."What now?" Joshua asked.Julian shrugged. "You are likely about to see one of the oddest and most common sights in our group: Alex forcibly cross dressed.""Huh. Should we do something? How long does this last?""As long as Alex keeps on saying stupid things. Which is... never, really, once the curse starts. Usually he'll end up humiliated publicly, then it will die down and he will go back to normal. People will forget when they see him again, and it repeats."There was a loud hooting and hollering. They looked at the back of the room as Alex was lead in wearing a maid's dress and carrying a bucket of water and a tray of drinks. The men in the bar all ogled him as he walked his way through to where the beer had been spilled."And we have plenty more chores for you to do after that, girl," the older woman said."Yeah yeah yeah," Alex muttered, trying to ignore her as much as the hollering. He made it to the table with the other two and handed them their drinks. He then got down on his hands and knees, and began scrubbing."So that is it? Maturity and masculinity?" Joshua asked."Usually, but it can have other effects. We tried a few times to see what triggered it with odd results. Once we got him to brag about his being human..""Really?""The curse leads to some odd statements. Anyway, we found him wearing a leash and being treated as a princesses 'pet dog.' Another time it was that he was capable of making decisions. We found him tied up and immobile. Normally its this or something like his armor.""I see. Can I try?""Don't you dare!" Alex said."Sure why not?" Julian said.Joshua thought for a moment. "Hmmm... Hey Alex. I see you crawling like that, don't only babies do that?""Well no, I have to do it to get to..."He was cut off as the bartender lifted him straight into the air and cradled him."OH come on! That one wasn't even weird, it was true!""Hush now little one! No tantrums or you'll get a spanking! I can see that this sort of thing is too complicated for you. And what is this?" he held up a damp part of Alex's skirt. "Naughty! Not telling us when you needed to go!""No that is beer! Help!" Alex shouted at his companions, kept drinking."Huh,""Yep."They heard screams and please coming from the back room, followed by loud banging noises. "Should we help him?" "No, lets see this play out. I'm sure he's used to it at this point." Julian said. The banging sounds were soon replaced with sobbing."I'm sure he'll be fine," Julian said.Alex re-appeared, this time suckling a pacifier. His dressed bulged out at his waist, and the short skirt flared up to show thick white plastic underwear under his skirt. The bar room was filled with laughter as people jeered at him. A few began to reach out and pat or grab his padded bottom, and another pulled him into his lap. Alex whined and moaned, but was helpless to stop it.Julian shook his head. "Poor Alex, diapered again.""Again?" Joshua asked.He nodded. "This really does just always happen to him."They watched as Alex suffered through a series of humiliations, getting pinched prodded from all sides, his diaper checked over and over, and spanked whenever he fought back. One held him down and began feeding him a bottle of milk."I suppose we really should do something," Julian said."How?""There is a plan. One moment," He took out a cell phone and dialed a button."See! There it is again! We live in meadival castles but have cell phones?!""Quite. Its magic," Julian said."Riiighht.""Hello," Julian said into the phone. "Its Julian, about Alex. Yes, it happened again. In the pub at the edge of town. Yes. Skirts and diapers, so ABDL and sissy. Alright, see you soon.""Who was that?""You'll see."A read haired girl, wearing light armor and carrying a spear and a bow, came into the taveran. "Ah! You've found my baby!" she shouted, and walked toward Alex."What? Ka..." Alex began, dropping his pacifier."Shhhh now," she pushed the pacifier back into his mouth. "Who found my baby?"The bartender came our from behind the bar. "What? Is she yours?""Yes, he... she, is mine. She got lost a while ago and I've been looking. Thank you so much for finding... her.""Is that true?" he looked at Alex.Alex first glared, then clamed down and looked wide eyed from the girl to the bartender. He then nodded. "She's my..." he stopped, and they all looked at him.The girl nudged him. "Say it or we'll never get out.""She's my mommy..." he said. The bar cooed at his confession, and the girl took him out."Well, we should pay and see whats going on," Julian said. He left money on the table, Joshua grabbed the box of toy armor, and they both left.Outside the girl was scolding Alex. "What did you get into this time? Huh? BAD BABY!" She held a rolled up news paper and smacked him on the head."Hey! Kacey! Don't you...""Don't talk with your pacifier in your mouth! You know that!" she smacked him again.Julian put a hand on her shoulder. "Now now, you know its his curse making you do that."She paused. "Ohh riiighht! Sorry Alex!'"Don't mention it. Seriously, please don't mention this ever again. Now let me get out of these. You have a change of clothes?""I don't know if thats the best idea," the girl said."Yes," Julian added. "Normally after and incident like this its a good idea for you to remain diapered for at least a few days incase... you know..."Alex rolled his eyes. "FINE! But let me get out of this dress. You have any other clothes?"Joshua held up the box. "Oh you have got to be kidding me."Alex, now dressed from head to to toe in play armor, with a diaper serving as his only protection beneath and his top being a purple hooded teddy bear sweater, stomped through town back to his camp to change."Stupid weakness!" he muttered. "It could have been some stone or the color yellow or fried chicken, but noooo it has to be stupid Reverse Plot Armor. This is all so ridiculous. I could have taken any one of those guys at the bar... no, ALL of them AT ONCE, if it weren't for..." he was cut off by people laughing. "HEY! You keep quiet or I swear I'll beat you with just this foam rattle!" He shouted, pointing the toy at them. "You want to be the guys who lost a fight to a guy in a diaper?" He hit a barrel with the sword and the barrel shattered. The others became afraid and ran away. Alex went back to walking and muttering. He left the town and ended up in a forest, where he began angrily casting the toy armor into the forest."Stupid fake armor. As if THAT was their mistake. Like that's a normal thing to confuse. Wouldn't happen to anyone else, I swear..." he stopped and jolted as he ran into someone's back while pulling his sweater off. The person, slightly shorter then Alex, fell to the ground. "Hey!" Alex said. "Don't you know that little people like you need to pay attention to bigger people like me? I... wait, that was a weird thing to say... oh @#$%..." He stopped as a sudden realization came over him.The person he hit, whom he assumed to be human, turned around. He was crying, and had a wooden soother in his mouth. "Uh ohh..." Alex said.A massive shadow covered him. He turned around to see two giants behind him, both looming over him and glaring. He looked back at the person he hit. A giant's baby, crying. He then looked at himself, the same size as the giant's baby, wearing only a diaper, and who had just hurt their son. He looked up at the giants, who glared at him. "Oh for heck's sake!" Alex said as he was hoisted into the air.

Anna shuffled around the piles of books lining the walls and shelves. "Introduction to Wicca," "Witchcraft", "Malleus Maleficarum,"- all themed to match the odd little shop, full of incense and stones, skulls and bones. A lot of nonsense, as far as Anna was concerned."Can I help you find something," the clerk asked. She had long, ragged dark hair that blended into her black clothes, and wore dozens of metal pendants.Anna looked at her. "Yes, its said online you sold journals here?"The woman smiled. "Yes, of a type. Here, let me show you."She bent over and opened up a drawer. Inside were leather bound books with brightly coloured titles. "Travel," "New Worlds", "Karma," "Spirit." Anna tried not to roll her eyes at the hipster names the journals always had. She had picked up the hobby of writing daily a few months ago, and had since gone through a few such books, though they were ususally from more normal book stores."Thanks, I'll take er... Karma," she said.The woman smiled again. "Good choice. But be warned, with great power, comes great responsibility. Karma strikes both ways." "Thanks uncle Ben. Now how do I pay?"Anna was outside the store a moment later."Hey there sweetheart," a deep voice said.Anna stopped and turned around to see a blond haired and a medium build. She shuddered. "Ugg, I told you to leave me alone Ryan.""Awww sweetie why so upset? I'm just wanna be friends with my little girl." He put a hand on her shoulder.She knocked it off. "No, your a pervert. Leave me alone or I'll call the cops?""And what? I'll deny it. 'Sides, you sure loved it when we were dating.""We went on two dates then I found out you were already sleeping with someone." That had been one of the worst episodes of her life. He seemed so friendly when they first met, then got worse once they were out. At the second date another woman came in screaming wanting to know why she was out with her boyfriend. "You still loved it." He grabbed her by the waist and leaned in close. "Awww, whats wrong? Need a kiss?" He began to make kissy faces at her."LET ME GO!" she screamed, and slapped him.He laughed. "Fiesty. Alright, I can see its your time of the month. I'll come back next week.""Asshole!"He winked, and as he passed by her, he reached around her and spanked her hard."Hey! How dare you... What are you..." He only laughed as she screamed after him.Anna stopped her foot. The horrible, awful man! She had just gotten over him too.She breathed heavily to calm herself. This is why she started writing in the first place. She got out the journal and began writing."Today, Ryan grabbed me. I wish someone would do the same to him. I want someone bigger to him to come up and call him a little girl. Grab him, call him demeaning names, kiss him and spank him and make him feel as awful as he makes others feel."She felt better having just written it. She began to walk back down the sidewalk toward her home. It was a cool day, but the sun was out, and she was enjoying the weather while it lasted.She heard a yelp coming from across the street. She looked across it to see Ryan, with his eyes wide open, staring at a man a head taller then him."Whats the matter sweetheart? I just want to be friends with my little girl," the man said in a gruff voice."What? I'm, not... LET ME GO! Hey!"The giant man picked Ryan up and kissed him on the cheek. "Wow, feisty," he said. "Must be your time of the month. I'll come back next week." He spanked Ryan hard enough to make him shout, then walked away, leaving a stunned Ryan staring after him.Anna couldn't believe her eyes. Had she made that happen? It couldn't be.But... could that just be a coincidence? She had never seen a man that size before, and she had never seen Ryan mistaken for a girl. The entire scenario was weird... aside from Ryan, who would behave like that to a random stranger in public? They weren't even at a bar or anything.She had to test it. Ryan was walking quickly. She opened the book."Ryan will trip... now."As she wrote it, a rock appeared under Ryan's foot, and he stumbled to the ground. He kicked the rock angrily, and began to get back up. How far could she push it?"He will trip again, and his pants will tear and fall. Underneath he will have pink underwear. He won't be able to hold his pants up."As he was getting up, he stumbled again. His pants opened and fell to his knees."God dammit!" he said. His anger turned to shock when he saw his underwear- pink, small, and lacy, they so clashed with what he normally wore that he seemed unable to beleive they were there. From the distance, Anna wasn't certain if they were just briefs or actual female panties. "Where did these come from?" He said, and reached down to cover them."Ryan will step on a rake and it will fly up and hit him."A rake, seemingly out of no where, smacked into his face."He will turn around and there will be another one there, then another, and another," she wrote, taking a line from the Simpsons.She burst out laughing as Ryan repeatedly hit himself in the head and stumbled backwards. "This is impossible," she said, looking at the book. However, she saw it in front of her. It had to be true.She noticed another woman behind Ryan giggling, and Ryan turned to her red faced and tried to rush down the road, but stumbled with his pants around his legs and fell to the ground. That gave Anna another idea."A crowd of people notice, including Ryan's friends, and begin laughing and commenting on his underwear."Ryan attracted a crowd as he walked down the street, struggling to hold his pants up. "Ryan will fall, end up stuck with his butt in the air, and get spanked."She burst out laughing harder as she saw exactly that unfold. She looked down at the book."This is going to be fun," she said to herself.Anna was soon in her apartment alternating between pacing and dancing. She had found a magic book somehow. She was able to control... what, exactly? Almost anything, it seemed. What should she do? How did the magic work? It said Karma, so it made sense she could get revenge... wait, was that what karma was? Could she give herself things.She thought for a moment. "I might as well try," she told herself."I want a million dollars," she wrote, and waited. She looked around, expecting to see money somewhere, but nothing happened. She had a thought. She sat at her computer, turned it on, and checked her bank account. Her eyes went wide.There, in plain black and white, was the number "$1,000,000," written exactly like that."I want another million." Before her eyes, the number doubled. She screamed in delight. She stood up and fell to her bed, clutching the book to her chest and laughing.How could this be real? Should she check back at the store? No, she thought. If they found out it was real, they might want it back. She studied the book. It was hers."I don't want to have to go to work for the next month."Her phone buzzed. She picked it up. "Hello Anna. The product you created at work the other day paid of well, and we decided to give you the next month off. I know it seems an odd decision, but for some reason it feels right. -Albert Herald."She leaned back in her chair laughing. Her mind swarmed with thoughts of what she was going to do. A new house? A pool?She looked at the title. "Karma." What did that mean? Was it just a random title? The first thing made sense, Ryan had it coming, but the others?She smiled to herself. The primary motivation must be to give people their comeuppance, she decided. But it wouldn't hurt to give herself some things along the way. After all, how could she have enough time to do her new job unless she had money?She opened the book and began to write. "Tomorrow, Ryan will..."...Ryan woke up the next day shaking. He had a rough night full of humiliating dreams. He had been repeatedly mistaken for a girl, left naked in public, grabbed and harassed... It was all from that odd incident on the sidewalk. What could it mean?He got up, showered, and began to get ready for work. He dried off, looked in the mirror, and gasped.Had his hair gotten longer? It was touching his shoulders! He had never grown it out that far before but there it was. Some kind of bizarre hair only growth spurt?Confused, he shook his head, went to his closet and began to get dressed. He made sure he had normal underwear this time, along with his regular jeans and shirt. He packed a bag with the shirt he had to wear in the cafe he worked at, ate breakfast quickly, and left. As he exited the door he noticed something. He hadn't shaved that morning, but his face was smoother then it ever had been....Anna was standing across the street from his door. She saw him walking out, and confirmed to herself that everything had worked. Longer hair, clean shaven, and ready for a new game.She began to write....A woman was walking toward Ryan. She was one of a few people he had passed, but she definitely stood out. He had to do a double take when he saw her.She was tall, well built, and with long blond hair. However, it wasn't her appearance that caught Ryan's attention, but her clothes. She was dressed head to two in in one of the most eye catching outfits he had seen. Her dress was a vibrant pink, with frilled bands going over her shoulders and a skirt that flared out to the sides, ending half way down her thighs. A white shit was under her dress, but rather then just cover her up more, it drew more attention, with ruffled shoulder cuffs and a heard shaped hole over her chest. Below her skirt long white stockings that were tied at her knees with red bows and shinning, healed shoes. Finally, her hair was tied into pigtails with heart shaped bows.Ryan tried to place the dress. Was she cosplaying as an anime character? Was this a lolita dress? Had she come from a comic con?His thoughts were interrupted as she stopped close in front of him, noticed a coin on the ground, and bent to pick it up. Her skirt flared up, exposing ruffled lacy underwear. Ryan couldn't control himself, he took his phone out and, while she was looking away, took a picture.She stood up when the flash went off. Ryan cursed himself for forgetting."What was that? she said.Ryan decided to keep going, hoping confidence would win. "Just admiring your underwear, sweetheart. Almost pretty enough to touch.""Excuse me?" she said."Well you were bending over and your pretty ass was out, so i figured I'd snap a picture. Such a cute little girl like you needs to be remembered." He reached out to hold her shoulder, and she knocked his hand away."I'm taller then you, shrimp. Don't test me," she said."Ok ok, don't get feisty. I'm sorry sweetheart." He began walking passed her.She rolled her eyes and continued on. Ryan kept watching as she passed, and saw her skirt bouncing, exposing more of her thighs with each step, stopping just short of her underwear. Almost instinctively, he reached over and pinched her beneath her skirt, then started walking as quickly as he cloud.He stopped walking as he was pulled backward. With speed that shocked Ryan, she grabbed his wrist and yanked him back. "That does it!" she shouted. "I am dressed for a display of the costumes at the store I design at. Its my JOB, not permission to grab me." She began twisting his wrist backward until he shouted."I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" he screamed, tears forming."Oh no you are not, not yet. Lets she how you like it," she turned his wrist again, this time leaving him bent over a wooden bench with his hand behind his back. She reached foward and undid his belt."What are you doing?""First I'm going to show you how it feels to have your underwear exposed and grabbed in public. Then I am going to do what someone should have done to you years ago."She pulled down his pants. Ryan saw a flash and noticed as crowd of people taking pictures of his underwear."Nice panties bro!" someone shouted, and Ryan looked back to once again see his underwear replaced, this time with silken white panties decorated with little red hearts."How!? Those aren't mine!" he said."Yeah right," said the woman who had grabbed him. "Almost pretty enough to touch, eh?" She reached down and pinched both cheeks until he yelped."Now, to make sure you've learned you're lesson..." She reached her hand up into the hair, palm down.Ryan's eyes went wide. She was about to deliver a spanking, and not a light one. Here? Now? How could this be happening to him? He struggled but couldn't break her grasp. "No, please don't," he begged."Don't what?" she asked, savouring the moment."Don't spank me," he replied."Awww does the the little boy not want spankings? Too bad," she brought her hand down with immense force on Ryan's exposed underwear, and he shouted. She began spanking him again and again as the crowd watching grew and laughed. The loud smacks echoed down the street, and Ryan noticed more and more people coming to see.Why would no one step in? Ryan thought. It felt so wrong.Soon tears were forming in his eyes, and he began to sob from both the humiliation and pain. She kept spanking him as he shouted."Please, enough, I'm sorry," he said.She stopped. Ryan thought he was free, then he groaned as he felt her take his belt out of its loops."No, not that.""Yes, that." She lifted the belt up and hit him hard. He screamed and would have fallen if she didn't put her knee under him to hold him up. She began to talk as she spanked, punctuating each word with a loud, hard whack. "WHAT. PEOPLE. WEAR. ISN"T. PERMISSION. TO. GRAB. THEM. YOU. WILL. NOT. DO. THAT. AGAIN. UNDERSTOOD?""Yes!" he shouted."Now what do you say?""I'm sorry," he whined."Good," she helped him stand up. She pointed down the street in the direction he had been heading. "Now, you are going to keep walking that direction with your pants around your knees so everyone can see what happens to naughty little boys in panties who can't keep their hands to themselves." She handed him his belt. "You may put this on when you are passed the corner and out of my sight. If you don't listen, you'll get another round. Understood?""But... but..."She spanked him hard again. "UNDERSTOOD?""OW! Yes!""Then go!"Ryan began to waddle, pants around his knees keeping him from running. He sobbed and tried to ignore the jeers and cat calls from the people who he passed. He felt more then one reach out and grab him as he want.Finally he rounded the corner, pulled his pants up, and started running as he pulled his belt on. He ran as fast as he could, trying to stop crying, until he was sure he was passed anyone who had seen, then kept running.He stumbled. Got up, and started running again. He wobbled. He felt as if he was walking on a rope.He looked down, and he shouted in shock.The reason he was having trouble running was easy to see. Why it had happened was impossible for him to figure out.He was wearing a dress. Not just any dress, but the one the girl had been wearing. Same skirt, same socks, even had his now bizarrely long hair tied in the same pigtails. He had stumbled due to the heels now on his feet.There was a store beside him with a display window, and he looked at his reflection in it. With his outfit, his hair, and apparently a bra under the dress, he might have mistaken himself for a girl. It even seemed like his legs had been shaven, and he was wearing make up.He yelped. Someone had just grabbed him under his skirt. "Nice underwear, sweetie."He whined. "How is this happening?" he asked....Anna broke out laughing at Ryan's appearance. She couldn't have designed a better outfit if she tried. It really looked more like a costume then actual clothes. He could pass as someone cosplaying an anime character.Ryan walked along the side walk, head down, and stumbling slightly in his heels. His face was blushing as red as the bows in his hair- and, Anna thought to herself, as red as his recently spanked bottom in its pretty panties.Anna wasn't quite down yet. She began writing and watching.Ryan attracted a crowed for the second time in two days. This time, however, instead of it just being people pointing and laughing- and there was plenty of that- she mixed in a crowd of men who suddenly decided Ryan was the prettiest girl they had ever seen...."I love your dress! Its so pretty" the giant man said as he reached out."Let me go!" Ryan squealed, then yelped and covered his mouth, frighted by how high his voice had suddenly gotten."Aww sweetie, why? I'm sure a cute girl like you could use a hug."Ryan began to run, but the heels made him stumble and he fell... right over the lap of another man sitting at a bus stop. He felt his skirts fly up, and reached down to cover his panties as people cheered and laughed behind him. He felt hands grab his now exposed cheeks, and someone commented that 'she' must have gotten a spanking."Hellos sweetheart," the man whose lap he was now over said. "What pretty undies! Thanks for showing them to me! You want to hang out later?" He patted Ryans bottom."No!" Ryan said. He pushed himself up, straitened, and tried to turn over until he was sitting. He paused a moment, and realized he had just sat down in the stranger's lap."Aww honey," the man said, and wrapped an arm around Ryan."No!" he said, and began to push up. He finally made it, and began running.He did his best to ignore the crowds as he did. Most seemed to think he was a girl with a flamboyant sense of style, which he guessed was for the best. He could do without the catcalling, however.He made it to the cafe. He breathed, straitened his skirt, and looked at his watch. His eyes went wide. 10:30 it read, he was two and a half hours late. "How..." he said.THe door opened. It was Mr. McLaughlin, his boss. He sighed."Ryan, what are you doing?""I uhh..." Ryan hadn't stopped to think of an explanation, and was surprised that Mr. McLaughlin recognized him."Look, what you do in your private time is your own business, I don't mind, no matter how... strange. However, you have been late far too many times, and I can't have you working like that.""What?! But!""No butts. Did you even bring your work clothes?"Ryan gulped. "I'm sorry. Is there anything I can do? Anyway I can make up for it?"He sighed and rolled his eyes. He put a hand on his chin and thought. Suddenly he smiled. "Give me a second."He went back into the store and returned a minute later he returned followed by two people. One was carrying a tray of samples, the other a stand."What..." "We are going to start a new program. People your age like this sort of thing, right? Cosplay, anime characters, cute outfits.""I mean, some do..." Ryan tried to think if he actually knew someone who talked about it.He handed Ryan a teddy bear. "You are going to be our new mascot to appeal to a new group! You are going to stand here in your cute outfits... and I'm sure we'll find more... flirt with anyone going by and offer free samples of our newest teas.""What!? I can't do that! You want me here in public dressed like this?!""Yes. Cute cross dressed boys are thing online for some reason. You are going to be ours. Think of it- "The Sissy Cafe!" Its new branding we've been considering, and you will be our first server! With any luck, people might think your a girl, or won't care. Now, be sure to smile!" He waved his arms around as the two people who came with him set up the stand. It was a small stage with a banner reading "sissy service."He went in, then stopped. "Oh, another thing. People will flirt with you, some might want kisses or get handsy... are you alright with that?"Ryan was far from alright with it. However, he felt he didn't have a choice, and inwardly he felt compelled to say yes. There weren't many other jobs he could do inside the cafe, dressed as he was, and he couldn't afford not to get paid. "I... I guess so...""Good. It will be part of our marketing. Be sure to offer kisses!"He went back in, leaving a dumbfounded Ryan outside. He wanted to run, or to hide. However, with the wide windows and cameras, he knew his mangers would see if he wasn't doing his job.He had begun to attract a crowd again. He always seemed to do that now. He turned to face them. "Uh... do you want some tea... or a kiss?"...Anna savored every moment of the discussion. Ryan had bragged before about taking from the till, and now was being punished at his job. That was DEFINITELY karma.But she wasn't done yet. Ryan had always said she was a LITTLE girl, not just a girl. She'd show him how 'little' he could feel. The teddy bear was just a beginning, she had her own ideas of what he might look good in. She began to write. "As he's heading home, Ryan will get lost, and feel his bladder beginning to ache..." This story currently is mainly focused on sissy kink, but ABDL will come up a lot more, with a heavy focus on messy diapers and embarrassment. (even more so then usual for me)