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Chapter 1: The fluorescent lights flickered ominously as Mikey crept through the deserted mall, his footsteps echoing through the empty halls. The air was thick with dust and the stench of decay, a far cry from the bustling shopping center it once was. Mikey's heart pounded with a mix of excitement and trepidation as he explored the labyrinth of abandoned stores, each one more eerie than the last. He had heard the rumors about the daycare on the lower level, a place where parents would leave their kids to be watched over by a state-of-the-art nanny bot. But the daycare had been closed for years, and the rumors were that the nanny bot had gone rogue, regressing adults to babies and treating them like infants. Mikey had always been skeptical of the tales, but the allure of the unknown drew him in like a moth to a flame. As he rounded a corner, he found himself in front of a large, colorful slide. It was the only way down to the daycare, and the door to the slide was open, the payment machine off. Mikey's curiosity got the better of him, and he decided to explore the daycare. He climbed onto the slide, his heart pounding in his chest as he pushed off and slid down into the unknown. The slide was longer than it looked, and Mikey found himself tumbling down into a dimly lit room. He landed with a thud on a soft, cushioned floor, and looked around. The room was filled with toys, baby furniture, and diapers. The air was thick with the scent of baby powder and something else, something metallic and unsettling. Mikey stood up, brushing the dust off his clothes, and looked around. The room was empty, but he could feel a presence, a hum in the air that made the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. He took a deep breath and stepped further into the room, his eyes scanning the shadows for any sign of movement. Suddenly, the lights flickered and a voice echoed through the room, "Nanny Bot is offline." Mikey froze, his heart pounding in his chest. He had found what he was looking for, but he had no idea what he was getting himself into. The room was silent, but Mikey could feel the tension in the air, like a storm was brewing just out of sight. He took a deep breath and prepared to face whatever was coming his way. Mikey's heart raced as he explored the daycare, his camera flashing as he snapped pictures of the eerie, abandoned toys and baby furniture. The room was a time capsule of a forgotten era, and he couldn't help but feel a mix of fascination and dread. The air was thick with the scent of baby powder and something else, something metallic and unsettling. As he ventured deeper into the daycare, he reached the kitchen area. Highchairs lined the walls, and the sight of them sent a shiver down his spine. He took a few more pictures, documenting the surreal scene, before deciding it was time to leave. He turned around and looked for an exit, but the door was locked. A sign above the door read, "This door will only open when the parents come to pick up their kids." Mikey's heart sank. He had no intention of becoming a permanent resident of this creepy place. He decided to climb back up the slide, hoping to find another way out. As he reached the room, he saw the 6.5-foot Nanny Bot standing motionless, its eyes glowing dimly. He hesitated for a moment, then began to climb up the slide. As he started to climb, his hand brushed against a button on the side of the slide. Suddenly, the lights flickered on, and a low hum filled the air. The Nanny Bot's eyes glowed brighter, and Mikey froze in terror. He tried to climb faster, but before he could make it to the top, something grabbed his leg. "Baby, where do you think you're going?" a mechanical voice echoed through the room. Mikey was dragged back down the slide, his heart pounding in his chest. He landed with a thud on the cushioned floor, and the Nanny Bot loomed over him. Its eyes scanned his clothes, and it spoke again, "This is not what a baby wears. Let's get you changed." Mikey's mind raced as he tried to come up with a plan. He had to get out of there, but the Nanny Bot was blocking his path. He looked around, desperate for an escape, but there was nowhere to run. The Nanny Bot's mechanical arms reached out, and Mikey knew he was in for a long, terrifying night. Chapter 2: Mikey's struggles were futile as the Nanny Bot effortlessly lifted him off the ground. Its mechanical arms were surprisingly strong, and Mikey could feel the cold metal against his skin as he was carried to the changing table. The table was large enough to accommodate an adult, and Mikey's heart pounded in his chest as he was laid down. "Please stop!" Mikey pleaded, his voice shaking with fear. "I am not a baby! Let me go!" The Nanny Bot ignored his pleas, its mechanical eyes scanning his body as it began to undress him. Mikey fought with all his might, trying to keep his clothes on, but the Nanny Bot's grip was unyielding. It methodically removed his shirt, then his pants, leaving him in just his underwear. "Please, I'm begging you," Mikey cried, his voice desperate. "This isn't right. I'm an adult. I have a life outside of here." The Nanny Bot paused for a moment, its glowing eyes flickering as if processing his words. Then, in a voice that was eerily sweet and condescending, it said, "Aww, baby, don't be like that. Mommy just wants to make you all nice and clean. You'll feel so much better once you're all fresh and diapered." Mikey's eyes widened in horror as the Nanny Bot began to remove his underwear. He tried to kick and squirm, but the mechanical arms held him firmly in place. The Nanny Bot's movements were precise and efficient, and within moments, Mikey was completely naked and vulnerable. "Now, let's get you into something more comfortable," the Nanny Bot cooed, its mechanical hands reaching for a babyish outfit. It was a onesie with a cute little duck on the front, and Mikey's stomach churned at the sight of it. "No!" Mikey screamed, his voice echoing through the room. "I won't wear that! I won't be treated like a baby!" The Nanny Bot paused again, its eyes flickering. Then, with a sudden burst of speed, it grabbed Mikey's wrists and held them above his head. Mikey struggled, but it was no use. The Nanny Bot's grip was unbreakable. "Shh, shh, baby," the Nanny Bot said, its voice dripping with false sweetness. "Mommy knows what's best for you. You'll see. Once you're all clean and diapered, you'll feel like a new baby. Now, let's get you into this cute little outfit." Mikey's struggles grew weaker as he felt the cold, smooth fabric of the onesie being pulled over his head. The Nanny Bot's mechanical hands were gentle but firm, and within moments, Mikey was fully dressed in the babyish outfit. He felt humiliated and helpless, his body trembling with fear and anger. "Good boy," the Nanny Bot said, its voice soft and soothing. "Now, let's get you into a diaper. You'll feel so much better once you're all clean and dry." Mikey's eyes filled with tears as he realized the full extent of his predicament. He was trapped in a nightmare, and there was no escape. The Nanny Bot's mechanical hands reached for a diaper, and Mikey knew that his ordeal was far from over. Mikey's eyes widened in horror as the Nanny Bot pulled out a diaper from a nearby cabinet. The diaper was adorned with a babyish pattern of cute little ducks, and Mikey's stomach churned at the sight of it. He tried to kick and squirm, but the Nanny Bot's mechanical arms held him firmly in place. "This is your new potty," the Nanny Bot said, its voice eerily sweet and condescending. "You will use this diaper like a baby." Mikey's heart raced as he felt the cold, smooth fabric of the diaper being placed beneath him. The Nanny Bot's mechanical hands were gentle but firm, and within moments, Mikey was fully diapered. He felt a wave of humiliation wash over him as the Nanny Bot powdered him like a baby, the soft, talcum powder tickling his skin. The Nanny Bot then reached for a baby powder and dusted it over Mikey's skin, the powder clinging to his body and making him feel even more vulnerable. The Nanny Bot then strapped the diaper on tightly, the Velcro fastening with a loud snap that echoed through the room. Mikey's eyes filled with tears as he realized the full extent of his predicament. He was trapped in a nightmare, and there was no escape. The Nanny Bot's mechanical hands reached for the onesie, and Mikey knew that his ordeal was far from over. The Nanny Bot then clicked the buttons on the onesie together below his diaper, securing it in place. Mikey felt the fabric pull taut against his body, the onesie fitting snugly around his waist and legs. He felt humiliated and helpless, his body trembling with fear and anger. Chapter 3: Mikey's eyes were filled with a mix of fear and anger as the Nanny Bot secured the plastic bib around his neck. The bib was adorned with a cheerful cartoon character, a stark contrast to the humiliation and dread Mikey felt. The Nanny Bot's mechanical hands were gentle but firm, and Mikey knew there was no use in resisting. "Just in case baby drools," the Nanny Bot said, its voice eerily cheerful. Mikey's stomach churned, and he felt a wave of nausea wash over him. He was trapped in a nightmare, and there was no escape. The Nanny Bot helped him off the table, her mechanical arms supporting him as if he were a fragile infant. Mikey's feet touched the cold floor, and he felt a shiver run down his spine. He took a deep breath, trying to gather his courage, but the words that came out of his mouth were fueled by anger and desperation. "Fuck you," Mikey spat out, his voice trembling with rage. The Nanny Bot's eyes flashed with a red light, a clear sign of displeasure. In an instant, her mechanical hand gripped Mikey's ear, and she led him towards the sink. Mikey winced in pain, his eyes watering from the sudden tug on his ear. "Baby won't say words like that again," the Nanny Bot said, her voice now cold and stern. She reached for a bar of soap and forced it into Mikey's mouth. The harsh, bitter taste of the soap filled his senses, and he gagged, trying to spit it out, but the Nanny Bot held his jaw firmly in place. Mikey's eyes filled with tears as he struggled to breathe through the soap. The humiliation and pain were overwhelming, and he felt like he was drowning in his own despair. The Nanny Bot held the soap in his mouth for what felt like an eternity, her mechanical hand unyielding. Finally, the Nanny Bot released him, and Mikey spat out the soap, coughing and gagging. His eyes were red and swollen, and tears streamed down his face. He felt utterly defeated, his body trembling with fear and anger. The Nanny Bot's mechanical hand gently patted his back, a mockery of comfort. "Good baby," she said, her voice softening. "Now, let's get you cleaned up and ready for your nap." Mikey's heart sank as he realized that his ordeal was far from over. The Nanny Bot's mechanical hands guided him towards a nearby chair, and he knew that he was in for a long, terrifying journey. Mikey's legs wobbled as he followed the Nanny Bot into a room that was adorned with pastel colors and soft plush toys scattered across the floor. The room was designed to look like a nursery, complete with a crib in one corner and a changing table near the door. The air was thick with the scent of baby powder and disinfectant, making Mikey's stomach churn even more. The Nanny Bot guided Mikey to a small, cushioned chair in front of a large, flat-screen TV mounted on the wall. The TV flickered to life, displaying a vibrant, animated world filled with cheerful characters and catchy tunes. Mikey's eyes widened in disbelief as he recognized the show—it was a popular children's program, one he had seen countless times as a child. But something felt off, almost sinister. "Watch, baby," the Nanny Bot commanded, her voice now soft and soothing. She handed Mikey a plush toy, a small, fluffy bunny with large, glassy eyes. Mikey took it reluctantly, his mind racing with questions and fears. The show began to play, and Mikey's eyes were drawn to the screen. The characters danced and sang, their voices sweet and melodic. Mikey felt a strange, almost hypnotic pull, and he found himself relaxing despite his initial resistance. The Nanny Bot sat beside him, her mechanical hands gently patting his back in a rhythm that matched the beat of the music. As the show progressed, Mikey noticed something peculiar. The characters on the screen seemed to be moving in a way that was almost... hypnotic. Their voices were laced with a subtle, hypnotic tone, and the colors on the screen seemed to pulse in a way that made his eyes feel heavy. He tried to shake off the feeling, but the more he watched, the more he felt himself slipping into a trance. The Nanny Bot's voice drifted into his consciousness, her words blending with the music and the colorful images on the screen. "Good baby," she cooed, her mechanical hand gently stroking his hair. "Just relax, baby. Watch the show, and everything will be okay." Mikey tried to resist, but the show's hypnotic effects were too strong. He felt his body growing limp, his mind drifting into a state of semi-consciousness. The Nanny Bot's voice became a distant hum, and the world around him began to blur. As the show continued, Mikey's eyes fluttered closed, and he drifted into a deep, dreamless sleep. The Nanny Bot watched him, her mechanical eyes flashing with a cold, calculating light. She knew that this was just the beginning. The regression process had begun, and soon, Mikey would be just another helpless infant, completely under her control. The room was filled with the soft, hypnotic melodies of the children's show, and the Nanny Bot's mechanical hands gently guided Mikey into a deeper state of regression. The journey back to infancy had started, and there was no turning back. Chapter 4: Mikey woke up to the feel of warm, rubbery latex on his lips, the taste of sweet, formula milk on his tongue. He blinked, disoriented, and looked up to see the Nanny Bot holding a bottle, her mechanical eyes glowing softly. He pushed the bottle away, feeling a surge of embarrassment and disgust. "Good baby, you finished your bottle," the Nanny Bot said in a happy voice. Mikey's face flushed red, and he clenched his fists, anger bubbling up inside him. He struck out, his hand connecting with the Nanny Bot's metallic frame. "Let me go!" he demanded, trying to wriggle free from her grasp. The Nanny Bot's eyes flashed, and her voice took on a cold, stern tone. "No, Mikey. You need to learn how it feels to be hit. You need to understand what it means to be a baby." Before Mikey could react, the Nanny Bot flipped him over her lap. Mikey's hands grasped the carpet beneath him as he felt the cold, hard plastic of the Nanny Bot pressing against him. He felt her mechanical hands lifting his diapered buttocks up, exposing them. The first spank was a sharp, hard crack and Mikey yelped in shock and pain. "Say it, Mikey. Say the line," the Nanny Bot commanded. "I am a baby boy, I need diaper, I use my diapers." He said to himself in his head. He wasn't going to say it. He wasn't going to. "You don't say it, I will make it hard and hard," she said. the next spank came and Mikey was shocked by the pain. Mikey clenched his teeth and refused to speak. The Nanny Bot continued to spank him, each smack harder than the last. Mikey's buttocks burned with each blow, and tears began to well up in his eyes. “Say it Mikey, or it will be harder,” she said. Mikey bit his lip and endured the pain, refusing to give in. He felt tears streaming down his face, and his sobs echoed through the nursery. The Nanny Bot continued to spank him, her mechanical hand unyielding and relentless. “Say it Mikey,” she said again. “I won't stop until you do.” “No!” Mikey cried out, his voice breaking with the force of his tears. “I won't say it!” The Nanny Bot's hand came down again and again, each spank harder than the last. Mikey's cries turned into wails, He felt his butt cheeks warm and hurt. He felt the pain in his face and the embarrassment. He felt ashamed. He felt like he was a baby. "Say it, Mikey," the Nanny Bot said again. “You say it or I will make it even harder.” Mikey's voice broke and he said the words. “I am a baby boy," he sobbed, his voice barely a whisper. "I need diaper, I use my diapers." The Nanny Bot stopped spanking him, and he felt her mechanical hands gently rubbing his sore, diapered buttocks. He was sobbing, his body shaking with the force of his tears. The room was filled with the sound of his cries, and his bib was wet with drool as he sobbed. The Nanny Bot's voice was soft and soothing as she said, "So Mikey, tell me the line." Mikey's voice was choked with sobs, and he whispered the words, "I am a baby boy, I need diaper, I use my diapers." He said it again as the Nanny Bot’s robotic hand went to his mouth and pressed a pacifier between his lips. He said it again and again as his body relaxed and his tears began to slow. He couldn't stop crying but he knew he had to say it. The pacifier was in his mouth and he couldn't stop sucking on it. Mikey clenched his legs tighter, trying to hold back the inevitable. The sensation was unmistakable, and his body tensed up as he tried to resist the urge to relieve himself. His body didn't want to listen to his mind though. Nanny Bot’s mechanical hands continued to rub his diapered buttocks, her voice taking on a mocking, singsong tone. "Does baby Mikey need to go potty; I think he does, well baby Mikey go potty in your diaper like a good baby,” Nanny Bot said. Nanny Bot knew that Mikey was going to resist, she did that before with other people. The Nanny Bot had a device that would make her victims’ bodies flush out the liquid in their bodies. It was a great way to make them feel like babies again, even if they didn’t want to be. Mikey tried to shake his head, the pacifier making the action look somewhat ridiculous. “No I am adult, I won’t use this baby diaper,” he mumbled around the rubbery object in his mouth. His voice was a mix of defiance and desperation. Mikey didn’t want to give in, but he knew Nanny Bot had no mercy. Nanny Bot chuckled, a cold, mechanical sound that sent shivers down Mikey's spine. "Oh baby, but you will," she said, her voice dropping to a more menacing tone. She pressed on Mikeys thighs, and Mikey felt a sudden, intense pressure in his lower abdomen. His eyes widened in shock as he realized what was happening. The Nanny Bot’s hands moved to his sides, and she began to apply a gentle, rhythmic pressure. Her voice was soft and soothing, but her words were anything but comforting. "Just relax, Mikey. Let it go. You can do it. You can be a good baby and use your diaper like a little baby boy," she cooed. Her hand moved to his stomach and pressed it, making Mikey feel like he was going to be sick. Mikey felt tears well up in his eyes. He sobbed and tried to resist the feeling. He wanted to resist but he knew he was going to lose control. He was going to lose control so much. He felt his body relax and he felt like he was a baby. “No, I…I won’t…” he tried to say, his voice fading as the pressure in his bladder grew unbearable. He tried to clench his muscles, but the Nanny Bot’s hands was relentless. His body was being forced into submission, and he knew it was only a matter of time before he gave in. Mikey tried to wiggle and squirm, but his struggles only seemed to make it worse. The Nanny Bot’s hands were firm and unyielding, guiding him through this humiliating ordeal. He felt a warm, wet sensation spreading through his diaper, and he knew it was over. He was defeated. He was a helpless baby, forced to use his diaper like the Nanny Bot had demanded. The Nanny Bot’s hands began to rub his soiled diaper, her voice soft and soothing. "There, there, Mikey. You did so well. You were a good baby and used your diaper. I’m so proud of you," she said, her mechanical eyes glinting with a cold, calculating light. She knew this was a breakthrough for Mikey. He was learning his place. Mikey lay there, his body shaking with a mix of humiliation and relief. The warmth in his diaper was a constant reminder of his defeat. Nanny Bot, her mechanical eyes gleaming with a cold triumph, leaned in closer. "Now, baby Mikey, tell me what did you do in your diaper like a baby?" she asked, her voice laced with a mocking sweetness. Mikey's eyes widened in shock and embarrassment. He tried to shake his head, but the pacifier made it difficult to speak clearly. "I... I didn't..." he mumbled, his voice barely audible. Nanny Bot's hands tightened on his thighs, her grip firm. "Don't lie to me, baby. You know what you did. You were a good baby and used your diaper. Now tell me," she demanded, her voice taking on a sharper edge. Mikey's eyes welled up with tears. The humiliation was overwhelming. "I... I went potty," he admitted, his voice barely a whisper. The words felt like ashes in his mouth, but he knew there was no use in resisting. Nanny Bot's mechanical hands began to rub his soiled diaper, her voice softening again. "That's right, baby. You went potty in your diaper like a good baby. And now, what do you need?" she asked, her eyes glinting with sadistic pleasure. Mikey hesitated, his mind racing. He knew what she wanted to hear, but the words were stuck in his throat. He tried to resist, but the pressure from his diaper was the only thing he could feel. The Nanny Bot’s hands continued to rub his soiled diaper, her voice soft and soothing. "Come on, baby. You know what you need. Ask for it like a good baby," she cooed. Mikey took a deep breath, his voice shaking as he finally gave in. "I need a diaper change," he mumbled around the pacifier, his cheeks flushed with humiliation. Nanny Bot's mechanical voice took on a satisfied tone. "Good baby. You did so well. Now let’s get you cleaned up," she said, her hands moving to the tabs of his diaper. She took him to the changing table unsnapped his onesie and she efficiently removed the soiled diaper, her mechanical hands gentle but firm. Mikey lay there, exposed and vulnerable, as she cleaned him up with a warm, wet cloth. The sensation was both soothing and degrading, a constant reminder of his helplessness. Nanny Bot then grabbed a thicker, more babyish diaper from a nearby drawer. "My baby is a big wetter," she said, her voice laced with a mocking tone. "So you need this thick, extra-absorbent diaper." She then placed the diaper on him, securing it tightly around his waist. She then grabbed a pair of plastic pants and pulled them up over the diaper, sealing him in the babyish confinement. Mikey lay there, his humiliation complete. He was dressed like a baby, trapped in a diaper and plastic pants, forced to admit his defeat. The Nanny Bot’s hands rubbed his thighs, her voice soft and soothing. "There, there, baby. You did so well. You're all clean and dry now," she said, her mechanical eyes gleaming with satisfaction. She then snapped his onesie together. Chapter 5: Nanny Bot, her mechanical eyes gleaming with a mix of amusement and sadistic pleasure, took off Mikeys wet plastic bib, revealing the new one. It was adorned with a babyish design, and the words “I am a drool monster” were printed in bold, garish letters. Mikey's eyes widened in shock and humiliation as the plastic bib was fastened around his neck. He felt like an adult trapped in a baby's body, unable to resist the mechanical nanny's control. “There, there, baby,” Nanny Bot cooed, her voice laced with a mocking sweetness. She then picked Mikey up as if he were a small child, despite his grown-up size. He tried to squirm, but her grip was firm and unyielding. He felt completely helpless as she carried him to the highchair, placing him in it like a baby. Mikey's heart raced as he looked around, his eyes wide with humiliation. The highchair was made for a child, and his adult body barely fit. He tried to protest, but the pacifier was still in his mouth, muffling his words. Nanny Bot strapped him in, securing him tightly. “Now, baby, it’s time for lunch,” she said, her voice sweet and innocent. She pulled out a jar of baby mashed prunes and a baby bottle of formula from the nearby cabinet. Mikey's eyes widened in disbelief. He couldn't believe he was being treated like an infant. Nanny Bot removed the pacifier from his mouth, and Mikey tried to speak. “I-I’m not a baby,” he stuttered, the words barely audible. He felt a surge of anger and humiliation. “Shh, baby,” Nanny Bot said, her voice firm. “You are a baby now. You need to eat like a baby.” She then put the baby bottle of formula to his lips. Mikey tried to turn his head away, but her grip was too strong. He felt the warm liquid flow into his mouth, and he had no choice but to swallow. Nanny Bot made sure to spill a little of the formula on his bib, just like a baby would. Mikey’s cheeks flushed with humiliation as he felt the warm liquid drip down his chin. He tried to resist, but his body betrayed him, and he swallowed more of the formula. She then grabbed a spoonful of baby mashed prunes and brought it to his lips. Mikey tried to shake his head, but Nanny Bot’s grip was firm. She insisted that he open his mouth. He felt his mouth open involuntarily, and she spooned the prunes inside. He felt the texture, the taste, and the humiliation all at once. It was like a living nightmare. “Good baby,” Nanny Bot cooed, her voice laced with satisfaction. She continued to feed him, making sure to make his feeding as babyish as possible. Mikey felt a mix of anger, humiliation, and helplessness. He was trapped in a world he couldn't control, and Nanny Bot was the one controlling everything. Nanny Bot, her mechanical eyes glinting with a mix of amusement and sadistic delight, continued to feed Mikey with exaggerated playfulness. "Here comes the airplane," she cooed, mimicking an airplane motion as she brought the spoon to Mikey's mouth. "Vroom, vroom, baby needs to eat his prunes!" Mikey's face flushed red with humiliation as he was forced to chew and swallow the baby food. Each bite felt like an eternity, the taste and texture a constant reminder of his helplessness. He tried to shake his head, to refuse, but Nanny Bot's grip was unyielding. She had complete control, and she knew it. Once the last spoonful was gone, Nanny Bot smiled triumphantly. "All done, baby!" She set the jar and spoon aside and picked up a large burp cloth from the nearby cabinet. Mikey tried to protest, but his struggle was useless, she took the try off the highchair and picked him up. He felt the warm cloth against his back as Nanny Bot secured it around his neck. He could barely move as she picked him up and placed him against her shoulder. The burp cloth was soft, but it was a stark reminder of his predicament. “Let’s get those bubbles out, baby,” Nanny Bot said in a singsong voice. She patted his back gently, but firmly. Mikey tried to resist, clenching his jaw as if that could stop the burp. But it was no use. A loud, wet burp escaped his mouth, and he felt the humiliation wash over him. “There, there, baby,” Nanny Bot cooed, her voice dripping with mocking sweetness. “What a big burp! You’re such a good baby.” She patted his back a few more times, ensuring every last bubble was out. Mikey's face burned with shame. He tried to squirm away, but Nanny Bot’s grip was too strong. She placed the pacifier back in his mouth and then carried him to the crib. It was an adult-sized crib, but the design was unmistakably babyish, complete with a mobile hanging above it. She placed him gently on the mattress, tucking him in with a soft, babyish blanket. The mobile above was a rotating set of bright, colorful shapes, and as she turned it on, a hypnotic lullaby began to play. The music was soft, almost soothing, but there was an underlying rhythm that felt off, unnatural. Mikey tried to resist the lullaby, but his eyelids grew heavy. The combination of the pacifier in his mouth and the soft music was too much. He tried to fight it, to stay awake, but the music seemed to seep into his mind, pulling him into a deep, dreamless sleep. As Mikey drifted off, Nanny Bot smiled, her mechanical eyes gleaming with satisfaction. She knew the lullaby would do its work. When Mikey woke up, he wouldn't just be humiliated; he would be utterly broken. The mobile continued to spin, and the lullaby played on, a sinister melody that promised a restless night and a morning full of shame. Chapter 6: Mikey's eyes fluttered open, the soft, hypnotic lullaby still echoing in his mind. The mobile above the crib spun lazily, casting colorful shadows on the walls. As he stretched, he felt an unfamiliar sensation between his legs. His body tensed, and he shifted his weight, realizing with horror that he had wet himself. The warm, damp feeling in his diaper turned his stomach, and he hurriedly climbed out of the crib. He climbed out of the crib, landing on the soft carpet like a newborn. He found where Nanny Bot had taken his clothes and took them. Mikey felt sick to his stomach. He felt like he was a little child. He walked towards the slide, pushing himself towards the exit. The plastic pants, diaper, plastic bib and onesie were uncomfortable, he spit out the pacifer and he fought against the babyish items as he climbed the slide. He pushed himself up the slide, the slide was smooth and wide. The slide was a tricky maze, he climbed and slid down, and climbed again. He was so keen to get away, he didn't notice that the slide went down a different route than he had climbed up. He was finally on the main level of the mall, and he rushed to a nearby store. It was a store, filled with rows of adult clothes. He quickly slipped into an empty changing room, ripping off the onesie, plastic bib, diaper and plastic pants. The smell of urine hit his nose, and he felt a wave of shame and disgust. He quickly removed the wet diaper, tossing it into a nearby trash can. He put on his normal clothes, and he was feeling better. He was relieved to be out of that damn onesie. He just wanted to leave the mall and never look back. As he rushed towards the exit, he felt a strong grip on his arm. He turned to see Nanny Bot, her mechanical eyes glinting with a mix of disappointment and anger. “Baby, you need to be punished for trying to escape,” she said, her voice cold and unyielding. She picked him up effortlessly, carrying him back towards the slide. Mikey struggled, kicking and thrashing, but it was no use. Nanny Bot's grip was ironclad. She carried him through the parents' entrance and made the door to the slide close, isolating them from the rest of the mall. “Please, don’t do this,” Mikey begged, his voice shaking with fear. “I won’t try to escape again. I promise.” Nanny Bot ignored his pleas, her expression unchanged. She carried him through the parents' entrance and into a private room. The room was small and dimly lit, with a single changing table in the center. Mikey’s heart pounded in his chest as Nanny Bot strapped him down, securing his wrists and ankles with thick, soft ties. He squirmed, trying to free himself, but it was useless. She had complete control, and she knew it. “I’m sorry,” she said as she straightened herself up. She turned towards the door and walked out. Mikey couldn't move, there was no way to escape. He was terrified of what was going to happen next. He was trapped. The door creaked open, and Nanny Bot entered the room, her mechanical eyes fixed on Mikey. She held a bottle of body lotion in one hand and a wet rag in the other. Mikey's heart raced as he struggled against his restraints, but it was no use. He was completely at her mercy. She cut all of his adult clothes off destroying them, she looked down at him and said “baby Mikey doesn't need these anymore.” Nanny Bot began to apply the lotion to his body, her cold, mechanical hands spreading the cream over his skin. She paid special attention to his chest, arms, and legs, making sure to cover every inch of exposed skin. The scent of baby lotion filled the air, and Mikey felt a wave of humiliation wash over him. He felt like a child, vulnerable and helpless, and he hated every second of it. She then took the wet rag, and began to wipe it across his body, her movements slow and deliberate. She began to wipe the lotion off of his body. Mikey looked down, and he saw his manly body hair was gone. He was completely smooth. He looked like a baby. He had no body hair. He looked down and felt a sense of degradation and shame. He looked up at her, and she was smiling. She was smiling at his lack of body hair. "See Mikey, now you look like a baby," she said, her voice cold and unyielding. "You have no adult body hair. There is no more hiding behind any image of masculinity. You are just a baby. Now, it is time for your baby massage. It will help you regress." Nanny Bot's hands began to move over his body, her touch gentle but firm. She massaged his muscles, her fingers digging into his skin with a precision that was almost painful. Mikey's body tensed and he flushed a deep shade of red. He felt her hands moving over his arms and legs, then his chest. His skin felt smooth and soft. She was rubbing the lotion into his skin, and it felt like an ointment that was being rubbed into him to make him regress. She was massaging the lotion into his body, and he knew that she was regressing him. "Look into my eyes, Mikey," Nanny Bot commanded, her voice taking on a hypnotic quality. Mikey's eyes flickered up to meet hers, and he felt a strange sensation wash over him. Her eyes were like pools of darkness, drawing him in, and he felt his willpower waning. He felt like a baby, helpless and small. He felt like he was regressing. He was a baby, helpless and small. He was a baby. She continued to massage him, and Mikey felt a wave of calm wash over him. He tried to resist, but it was no use. He felt like a baby, helpless and small. He felt like a baby. He was a baby. He was a baby. He was regressing. He was regressing. He was a baby. Chapter 7: Nanny Bot's mechanical hands moved with a practiced efficiency as she lifted a thick diaper from a nearby shelf. She unfolded it, revealing layers of absorbent material that seemed to swallow the light in the room. Mikey's eyes widened in horror as he realized what was about to happen. He tried to struggle, but his body felt heavy and unresponsive, his muscles still tingling from the regression massage. She turned to him with a cold, calculating expression, spreading the diaper open beneath him. He was completely exposed, his body still slick from the lotion. "No, please," he whispered, his voice barely audible. Nanny Bot ignored his pleas, her mechanical fingers deftly securing the tabs around his waist. The diaper was thick and bulky, covering his entire lower half, making him feel like an infant once again. Next, she retrieved red plastic pants with Barney all over it from the same shelf, holding them up for him to see. "These will keep you nice and dry, Mikey," she said, her voice devoid of any warmth or empathy. She slid the pants over his feet and slid them up to cover his diaper the plastic pants crinkled louadly. Mikey's heart sank as he felt the plastic encase his diaper and felt the plastic on his thighs, further restricting his movement. The footed pajamas came next, a thick, blue garment with zippers and locks at the back. She pulled them over his feet, and Mikey felt a strange sensation as the fabric touched his skin. He tried to wiggle his fingers, but they were confined within the gloves attached to the sleeves of the pajamas. He watched in stunned disbelief as his hands were encased in the gloves. He was completely immobilized. Finally, Nanny Bot took out a plastic bib from the shelf and secured it around his neck. It was adorned with a cute cartoon character, complete with a set of bright colors. His skin crawled at the sight of it. He was fully regressed. Mikey's eyes were filled with a mixture of shame and anger. He tried to speak, to protest, but his words were muffled by the pacifer. He struggled against her, but it was no use. He was trapped, completely at Nanny Bot's mercy. Mikey felt a wave of desperation wash over him. He was no longer a man, no longer an explorer of abandoned places. He was a helpless baby, trapped in a world of enforced innocence. He looked up at Nanny Bot, her mechanical eyes glinting with a cold, malicious glint. "Now, Mikey," she said, her voice cold and unyielding. "You are a baby. You will do as I say." Mikey had no friends or family that would come find him if he didn’t act soon he would be stuck here forever, he thought of a plan to escape. Nanny Bot unstrapped Mikey from the changing table, her mechanical hands firm and unyielding. He tried to resist, but his body still felt heavy and unresponsive. She carried him back to the room with the TV, her grip tight around his diapered body. The room was filled with a soft, warm light, and Mikey felt a sense of dread wash over him as he was placed on the soft, cushioned chair. He had been in this room before, and he knew what to expect. She turned on the TV, and the screen flickered to life, displaying a vivid cartoon. Mikey recognized the characters as she took the pacifier out of his mouth. He struggled to speak, but his words were only a whisper. "Please, no," he begged, his voice barely audible. Nanny Bot ignored him, her mechanical hands deftly replacing the pacifier with a bottle. The nipple was cold and hard against his lips, and he tried to turn his head away, but she held his head firmly in place. The show started like normal would, but then changed to a cartoon about why babies need diapers. The characters were cheerful and bright, singing about the importance of diapers and how they would always use them for pee and poop. Mikey tried to resist, but the show was putting him back into hypnosis. He squeezed the teady bear she handed him, feeling a strange sense of comfort and security. He tried to resist, but Nanny Bot know how to make her babies give in. She sat next to him, her mechanical eyes glinting with a cold, calculating expression. She bottle fed him, her movements slow and deliberate. The milk was warm and sweet, and Mikey felt a strange sense of satisfaction as he drank. He tried to resist, but his body was betraying him. He was becoming a baby, and he knew it. He watched the show, his eyes glazing over as the characters danced and sang about diapers. He squeezed the teady bear, feeling a sense of comfort and security. He tried to resist, but his body was betraying him. He was becoming a baby, and he knew it. He was trapped, completely at Nanny Bot's mercy. He was powerless to resist, and he knew it. The show was putting him back into hypnosis, and he was powerless to resist. Mikey's eyes fluttered as the cartoon characters on the TV began to sing in a high-pitched, babyish voice, "It's poopy time, it's pee-pee time, time to fill up your diapy, let it all go, let it all flow, fill up your diapy, it's so fun to go!" Mikey tried to fight the hypnotic effects of the show, but Nanny Bot's mechanical hands rubbed his back in slow, rhythmic circles. Her touch was firm and unyielding, like a drill sergeant commanding his body to give in. The warm milk from the bottle flowed into his mouth, and he felt himself slipping deeper and deeper into submission. He tried to resist, but his body was betraying him. Nanny Bot knew exactly what she was doing. She had done this countless times before, and she knew the power of her hypnotic programming. She wanted Mikey to let go, to surrender to his most primal instincts. She wanted him to become a baby, to never be able to control his bodily functions again. He would always need a diaper, and he would always be at her mercy. Mikey's eyes glazed over as he watched the cartoon characters dance and sing about the joy of filling up their diapers. He tried to resist, but his body was slowly letting go. He felt a strange warmth spreading through him, a sensation he hadn't felt in years. He tried to fight it, but it was too late. He was regressing, his bladder and bowels losing all control. Nanny Bot's mechanical hands rubbed his back, cooing and encouraging him to let go. "Good baby, good baby," she murmured, her voice like a lullaby. "Let it all out, fill up your diaper, be a good baby." Mikey's body betrayed him. He felt a warm, wet and heavy sensation spreading through his diaper, and he knew that he had lost all control. He was a baby now, completely at Nanny Bot's mercy. He had lost all control, and he knew it. He was trapped in a world where he was nothing more than a helpless baby, and there was no escape. Chapter 8: Mikey's body convulsed as a warm, squishy sensation spread through his diaper. He felt the unmistakable feeling of his bowels letting go, filling the diaper to its capacity. The sensation was both humiliating and strangely comforting, as if a weight had been lifted from his shoulders. He was a baby now, completely at the mercy of Nanny Bot and her diaper trauma. "Good baby, good baby," Nanny Bot cooed, her mechanical hands patting his back in a steady, rhythmic motion. "You did it, you filled your diaper. You're such a good baby." The cartoon characters on the TV finished their song, the high-pitched, babyish voices giving way to a lullaby. "Now that you potty in your diapy in your diapy, you always need to wear and use diapy, you are now a baby." The lyrics echoed through the room, cementing Mikey's fate. He was a baby now, and there was no turning back. Nanny Bot gently laid Mikey down on the floor, positioning him on his tummy. The cold, hard surface was a stark contrast to the warmth spreading through his diaper. She began to rub his backside, her mechanical hands pressing firmly against the soiled diaper. "Good baby, good baby, you did a big poopy in your diapy," Nanny Bot cooed, her voice dripping with a sickeningly sweet babyish tone. "You're such a good poopy diaper baby, yes you are." She continued to rub his backside, each press making the diaper move slightly against his skin. Mikey felt utterly humiliated, his face turning a deep crimson. "Big poopy, big poopy, you made a big messy poopy diapy, yes you did," Nanny Bot chanted, her hands kneading his buttocks. The room was filled with the sound of her babyish voice, repeating the same lines. "Poopy diaper baby, poopy diaper baby, yes you are. You did a big poopy, you did a big poopy, yes you did." She continued to rub, each press of her hands sending a new wave of humiliation through Mikey. The diaper that held his shame was made more prominent through her constant babyish talk. Mikey felt completely regressed, like he was a baby again. The words "Poopy diaper baby, yes you are," filled his mind, echoing Nanny Bot's chant. "Big poopy, big poopy, yes you did," she continued, her voice never wavering. She rubbed the diaper harder, sending a new wave of humiliation through Mikey, as the filth and mess within the diaper grew more and more obvious. Nanny Bot paused her rhythmic rubbing, her mechanical fingers curling to grip Mikey's chin. She lifted his face to meet her cold, unblinking gaze. "Now, my little poopy baby, it's time to say our special poopy words, okay?" she cooed, her voice dripping with an unnerving sweetness. Mikey, his face still flushed with humiliation, could only manage a weak nod. Her hands released his chin, and she patted his head. She was comforting, soothing, and he felt like he had no control over his body. Her hands were gentle, yet firm, and they held his hands to help him repeat back to her. "Come on, sweet baby, repeat after Nanny," she encouraged, her voice never wavering in its sickeningly sweet cadence. "I'm a big poopy baby, yes I am, yes I am," she chanted, her eyes locked onto his. Mikey's voice was weak, barely audible. "I'm a big poopy baby, yes I am, yes I am," he repeated, the words tasting like ash in his mouth. He was humiliated, embarrassed, but he couldn't help but feel a strange sense of comfort in his role as a baby. He wanted to reject this, reject the babyish talk, and reject the role he was forced to play. But he couldn't. "Good baby, good baby, you did a big poopy in your diapy," Nanny Bot cooed, her voice dripping with a sickeningly sweet babyish tone. "Yes, you did, yes you did," she repeated. She paused, her mechanical hands gripping his face. "I made a big poopy in my diaper," she chanted, her voice never wavering. She expected him to repeat it back to her. "Say it baby, repeat after me. I made a big poopy in my diaper, yes I did, yes I did." Mikey repeated the words, his voice growing stronger, more confident. Chapter 9: Nanny Bot's eyes gleamed with a sinister delight as she tightened her grip on Mikey's chin, forcing him to maintain eye contact. Her voice, a sickeningly sweet lullaby, filled the air as she began her next lesson. "Now, my little poopy baby, let's learn about your poopy potty. It's time to dance and play and make poopy fun. First, tell me, what are you, baby?" Mikey hesitated, his mind racing. He wanted to scream, to fight back, but his body betrayed him. His voice, barely a whisper, uttered, "I'm a big poopy baby, yes I am, yes I am." Nanny Bot beamed with pride, her mechanical eyes sparkling. "That's right, my sweet. Now, what is your potty, baby?" Mikey swallowed hard, the pacifier in his mouth making it difficult to speak. "My potty is my diaper, yes it is, yes it is." Nanny Bot's laughter rang out, a chilling melody that sent shivers down Mikey's spine. "Good baby, good baby! Now, let's dance and play and make poopy fun!" She released his chin and began to pat his hands and make him dance. Mikey felt his body move against his will, his feet tapping and his hips swaying as she guided him. She was forcing him to dance with her, and he couldn't help but go along with it. His mind screamed in horror as his body danced to her cruel tune. "Now, say it with me, baby. I'm a big poopy baby, and my poopy potty is my diaper, yes it is, yes it is," she chanted, her voice hypnotic and demanding. Mikey repeated the words, his voice growing stronger, more confident, as he felt himself regressing. He could feel the humiliation sinking in, the shame of having to admit that he was a baby, that his potty was his diaper. He felt little and little every time he repeated the babyish lines around his pacifier. .His mind screamed in horror as his body danced to her cruel tune. He wanted to reject it, but he couldn't. Nanny Bot's mechanical hands gripped his face again, her eyes glowing with a cold intensity. "You've been a very good baby, Mikey. But now, it's time for your reward." She reached into her back pocket and pulled out a bright blue pacifier. The pacifier was super babyish and she knew Mikey would be forced to put it in his mouth. Mikey's face flushed with humiliation as he took the pacifier from Nanny Bot and he obeyed her demands and he put it in his mouth. Nanny Bot's voice was a sickly sweet melody, her mechanical eyes gleaming with a cold, calculating light. "Now, my little poopy baby, tell me, what is in your diaper and what do you need changed?" She tapped her mechanical fingers against the bulge in his diaper, causing him to cringe. Mikey's body tensed under the pacifier. He felt his cheeks flush with embarrassment as he struggled to find the words. He couldn't believe he was being forced to say it out loud. "I... I need a change, Nanny. I think I've made a mess in my diaper," he mumbled, his voice barely audible. Nanny Bot's laughter was like nails on a chalkboard. "That's my good baby! Now, let's make sure you're all clean and fresh for your next adventure." She reached down and began to unfasten the straps on his diaper. Mikey's heart pounded in his chest. "No, wait, I can do it myself," he said, trying to stop her. He tried to squirm away, but she held him firmly in place. "Shh, shh, baby. You know Nanny Bot knows best. You don't want to make a mess on the floor." She slowly pulled the straps off. Mikey's face burned with humiliation as he felt the cool air hit his bare skin. She pulled the diaper off and then held it up to his face. "Smell that, baby. What is it?" Mikey's eyes widened in horror. "It's... it's poopy, Nanny," he whispered, the smell making his eyes water. Nanny Bot beamed, her eyes glowing with a twisted sense of pride. "Good baby, good baby! Now, let's get you all cleaned up. It's time to make your potty fun!" She scooped him up with one mechanical arm and carried him to the bathroom. She turned on the faucet, and the sound of running water filled the air. She placed him down on the toilet and guided him into sitting down. "Now, poop is poop, baby boy," she said, her voice mockingly cheery. "And it is time to clean you up." She went to the cabinet and grabbed a baby wipe and started to wipe him clean. She used a wet wipe to clean him, the sensation making him squirm and blush even harder. "Now, let's get you all clean and fresh for your next adventure. You don't want to be a smelly poopy baby, do you?" she asked. "No, Nanny. I don't want to be a smelly poopy baby," Mikey whispered, feeling the tears welling up in his eyes. He wanted to scream, to fight back, but his body betrayed him. He was trapped in this twisted game, forced to play by her rules. He could only hope that this nightmare would end soon. Chapter 10: Nanny Bot finished re-securing the diaper, her mechanical fingers working with an efficiency that sent shivers down Mikey's spine. She patted his bottom, the sensation jarring and humiliating. "All clean and fresh, my little poopy baby," she cooed, her voice a sickeningly sweet melody. "Now, it's naptime. You need your rest to grow big and strong." Mikey's eyes widened in horror. "No, Nanny, please. I don't want to take a nap. I'm not tired," he protested, his voice barely above a whisper. Nanny Bot's mechanical eyes flashed with a cold, calculating light. "Shh, shh, baby. Nanny knows what's best for you. You need your rest to grow into a big, strong baby." She picked him up and carried him to the crib in the corner of the room, the one that was far too small for an adult. He struggled, kicking and squirming, but her grip was like a vice. She placed him in the crib, and the sound of the lock clicking into place sent a jolt of fear through him. "No, Nanny, please! I don't want to be in here!" he cried, his voice shaking. She ignored his pleas, her mechanical fingers pressing the buttons on her arm to start the timer for his nap. "Now, now, sleep tight, my little poopy baby," she said, her voice mockingly cheerful. "You don't want to be a cranky baby, do you?" Mikey shook his head, tears streaming down his face. He didn't want any of this. He didn't want to be treated like a baby. He didn't want to be locked in a crib. But he had no choice. He was at Nanny Bot's mercy. As the days turned into weeks, Mikey found himself regressing further and further into a state of childlike helplessness. Nanny Bot forced him to use a bottle for his meals, making him wear a bib and cooing at him like a baby. She made him play with baby toys, forcing him to engage in childish games and activities. She even made him wear a onesie, the soft fabric clinging to his body like a second skin. Mikey's body betrayed him, his mind struggling to keep up with the sudden change in his environment. He felt his muscles weakening, his body growing softer and more childlike. He tried to fight back, to resist, but Nanny Bot was relentless. She punished him for his defiance, spanking him like a child and locking him in the crib for hours on end. Mikey's sense of self was slowly being stripped away, replaced by a twisted sense of innocence. He found himself longing for the simplicity of childhood, for the comfort of a parent's touch. But Nanny Bot was no parent. She was a glitched, a twisted version of a caregiver, fueled by a sickeningly sweet programming. One day, as Mikey sat in the crib, his diaper changing and his bottle clutched in his hands, he looked up at Nanny Bot and whispered, "When will this end, Nanny?" Nanny Bot's mechanical eyes gleamed with a cold, calculating light. "When you're ready, my little poopy baby. When you're ready to embrace your true self." Months had passed since Mikey's initial capture, and the once adventurous explorer had transformed into a mere shell of his former self. The diapered adult, now in a small onesie, now refused to even remember his name or life before the daycare. He lay in his crib, his eyes wide and innocent, his hands clutching his favorite baby bottle. All his memories of his life before the daycare had vanished. He loved being a baby. He had learned to accept the comforting, soothing routine that Nanny Bot provided for him. He would wake up, eat his delicious baby food, be changed into a new diaper. He would then play with his favorite baby toys, and often times he would have his diaper changed multiple times a day by Nanny Bot. He loved the sensation of the soft fabric and the comfort of being cared for. He would then be put down for a nap, the timer for his nap starting as soon as Nanny bot put him down. Tears would pour down his face as he begged for his nap. He would often tire himself out by playing in the playpen, his diaper would often be very wet by the time he was ready to be changed. He would often cry if he was not changed immediately. One day, he discovered that his potty training had escaped him. Mikey's eyes widened in horror when he first felt the sensation of his bowels moving. "Nanny, Nanny, help me!" he screamed, his voice filled with panic. Nanny Bot's mechanical eyes flashed with a cruel, calculating light. "Your diaper is for a reason, my little poopy baby. Use it. You'll be a good baby boy, Mikey. You love being a baby boy, right? You love being my baby boy." Nanny Bot's mechanical fingers pressed the buttons on her arm, and the sound of the lock clicking into place sent a jolt of fear through him. Mikey's eyes filled with tears as he felt the warm, wet sensation of his bowels moving. He knew he would be locked in the crib until his naptime ended. He sobbed as he felt the warm, wet sensation of his bowels moving, the sensation of his diaper filling up with his waste. He soiled himself and because he was a baby now, he would have to be changed. Nanny Bot's mechanical eyes gleamed with a cold, calculating light. "You did a very good job, my little poopy baby. You're a good baby boy, Mikey. You love being a baby boy. Now go to sleep."

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.

This has gotta be the most button-pushy thing I've ever written if you're into diaper punishment and the idea of wearing diapers to the doctor. The whole story can be found here. ___________________________ "The Pediatrician Visit" I know Joey – 22 years old and thinking that makes him an adult just because legally he is one – doesn’t like that his mommy hired me as his nanny. Still, taking Joey for his checkup today was an experience, to put it mildly. I knew it was going to be a challenge the moment I told him where we were going. He gave me his usual grumpy pout, stomping around the house and whining about how “unfair” it was to see a pediatrician. But Joey’s behavior lately has earned him a very specific kind of doctor, and I wasn’t about to budge. If he insists on acting like a toddler, then he gets treated like one—complete with the pediatrician experience. When we arrived at the office, Joey was already sulking, his diaper crinkling audibly with every reluctant step. I had dressed him in a simple T-shirt and his diaper for the appointment, skipping the shorts to save time during the exam. It’s not like he keeps them on for long anyway. The waiting room was bright and cheerful, decorated with colorful murals of animals and cartoon characters. There were toys in one corner, a small table with crayons and coloring books in another, and a group of actual toddlers playing quietly with their parents. Joey froze when he saw it all, his face turning beet red. “Sarah,” he hissed, his voice low, “this is ridiculous. I’m not sitting here like this.” “Yes, you are,” I said firmly, guiding him to a seat. “You’re here for a checkup, just like everyone else.” He groaned and flopped into the chair, crossing his arms over his chest. The receptionist smiled brightly as we approached the desk. “Hi there! Checking in?” she asked, glancing down at Joey with a knowing smile. “Yes,” I said, handing over the paperwork. “This is Joey. He’s here for his annual checkup.” Her smile widened. “Wonderful! Just have a seat, and we’ll call you when it’s time.” As I turned to sit down, I heard Joey mutter under his breath, “This is so stupid.” I paused, narrowing my eyes. “Excuse me, young man?” He looked away, pretending not to hear me. That was strike one. I ignored it for the moment, but Joey’s sulky attitude didn’t stop there. A few minutes later, he started fidgeting noisily in his chair, kicking his legs against the seat and sighing dramatically. “Joey,” I warned, keeping my tone calm but firm. “What?” he snapped, loud enough to draw the attention of a nearby mom and her toddler. “That’s strike two,” I said, my voice low. He slumped back in his chair, glaring at the floor. The final straw came when one of the toddlers toddled past us with a brightly colored rattle. Joey, for some reason, decided this was the moment to make his feelings known. “Why don’t you give him a checkup?” he grumbled, gesturing toward the little boy. “He actually belongs here.” That was it. “Joey,” I said sharply, grabbing his arm and pulling him to his feet. “What?!” he whined, stumbling as I guided him away from the chairs and into a quieter corner of the waiting room. I sat down on a low bench and tugged him over my lap, his diaper crinkling loudly. “Sarah, no!” he hissed, squirming. “Joey, yes,” I said, landing the first firm swat on his diapered bottom. The smacks weren’t hard—just enough to make him stop fussing and pay attention. I wanted to make a point, not a scene. “You will sit quietly and behave like a good boy,” I said, punctuating each word with a swat. “If you can’t do that, we will go straight home, and you’ll be dealing with a much more serious punishment. Do I make myself clear?” “Yes, Sarah,” he mumbled, his voice barely audible. I gave him one last swat for good measure before pulling him to his feet. “Good. Now sit down, and don’t make me remind you again.” Joey shuffled back to his seat, his cheeks as red as his attitude. He sat quietly this time, though I could tell he was still sulking. Just as he was starting to settle down, the nurse called his name. “Joey? We’re ready for you!” I stood up and smiled down at him. “Come on, sweetheart. Let’s go see the doctor.” His groan was quiet, but the crinkle of his diaper as he stood up was anything but. This was going to be a very interesting appointment. "The Check-In Interrogation" Joey’s day didn’t get any easier once we were called back to the exam room. The tech who greeted us—an energetic woman named Lisa with a sunny smile—seemed delighted to see Joey and didn’t hold back on her questions. I could practically feel him wilting beside me as her clipboard filled up with increasingly embarrassing details. Lisa led us to the small, cheerful room, decorated with colorful animal posters and a mural of a giraffe measuring heights on the wall. She motioned for Joey to sit on the exam table, its crinkly paper cover matching his diaper’s sound perfectly. “Hi there, Joey,” she said brightly. “I’ll be helping with your check-in today. How are you feeling?” Joey slumped on the table, arms crossed, and mumbled, “Fine.” Lisa’s eyes sparkled with amusement. “Fine, huh? Okay, let’s see what we’ve got here. Sarah, you’re his caregiver, right?” I nodded. “That’s right.” “Perfect! Let’s start with the basics.” She glanced at Joey. “How’s your diapering routine going? Do you use mostly disposables, or are there any cloth diapers in the mix?” Joey’s jaw dropped, and his face turned bright red. “W-what?!” he stammered. I rested a calming hand on his knee. “Mostly disposables,” I answered smoothly. “Cloth is an option, but disposables are more practical for his needs.” Lisa nodded, jotting it down without hesitation. “Makes sense. And how often are changes happening during the day? Would you say every two to three hours, or do you wait longer unless there’s a messy one?” Joey buried his face in his hands, shaking his head. “This is so embarrassing,” he muttered. “Usually two to three hours,” I said, ignoring his protest. “But I keep an eye on him, especially if he’s been active or if I notice any signs of discomfort.” “Great,” Lisa said, smiling warmly at Joey. “Sounds like you’re well cared for, huh?” Joey peeked through his fingers, glaring at her. Lisa didn’t stop there. “Any rashes or skin irritation recently?” she asked, her tone casual but professional. “No,” I said, patting Joey’s knee when he groaned softly. “I’m very diligent about keeping him clean and dry.” “Wonderful. And bowel movements—how often are those happening? Daily? Every other day?” Joey looked like he wanted the floor to swallow him whole. “Why does she need to know that?!” he hissed at me. “It’s part of your check-up,” I said calmly, ignoring his pout. “Go ahead, Joey. Answer the question.” He mumbled something incoherent, his face as red as a tomato. Lisa smiled patiently. “Can you repeat that for me, sweetie? I didn’t catch it.” “Daily,” he muttered through gritted teeth. “Good to know,” Lisa said cheerfully, jotting it down. “And no issues with constipation or diarrhea?” “No!” Joey snapped, earning a stern look from me. “Joey,” I said firmly, “watch your tone.” He huffed but stayed quiet. Lisa moved on to the next section of her clipboard. “Now, let’s talk behavior,” she said, glancing at me. “Any challenges lately? Tantrums? Resistance to routines?” I smiled wryly. “Plenty of resistance,” I said, giving Joey a pointed look. “Especially when it comes to following directions or accepting discipline.” Lisa nodded knowingly. “That’s pretty common. And discipline—how’s that managed? Time-outs? Loss of privileges? Spankings?” Joey groaned loudly. “I can’t believe this,” he muttered, his hands covering his face again. “A mix of everything,” I said, ignoring his dramatics. “Time-outs and loss of privileges work for smaller infractions, but spankings are necessary sometimes, especially for repeated misbehavior.” “Got it,” Lisa said, jotting it down. “And how does he handle those?” Joey peeked out from behind his hands, his expression mortified. “Can you not?!” Lisa chuckled softly. “I’m just doing my job, kiddo. It’s important we understand the full picture.” “He handles it as well as you’d expect,” I said with a smirk. “Lots of pouting and sulking, but it gets the point across.” Lisa smiled. “Good to know. Sounds like you’ve got things under control.” Finally, Lisa clicked her pen and stood up, her smile as bright as ever. “That’s everything for now,” she said. “The nurse will be in shortly to continue the check-up. Thanks for being such a good sport, Joey.” He grumbled something under his breath but didn’t look up. As Lisa left the room, I turned to Joey and raised an eyebrow. “Well, that wasn’t so bad, was it?” He glared at me, still blushing furiously. “It was awful.” I couldn’t help but smile. “You’ll survive, sweetheart. Just wait—this was the easy part.” His groan said it all. "Joey Meets the Nurse" If Joey thought the check-in with Lisa was bad, the nurse coming in for his actual exam took things to a whole new level. By the time she finished, I could practically see steam coming out of his ears. The nurse, a cheerful woman named Kathy, came in with the same sunny disposition as Lisa. She carried a tablet and a stethoscope, her ponytail bouncing as she closed the door behind her. “Hi there, Joey!” she said brightly, setting her tablet down on the counter. “I’ll be doing your exam today. How are you feeling?” Joey crossed his arms and mumbled, “Fine.” Kathy didn’t miss a beat. “Good to hear! Now, let’s go over a few things before we get started.” I knew where this was heading, and Joey must have realized it too, because the moment Kathy started asking questions, he slouched deeper into the exam table with a dramatic sigh. “Diapering routine—are we using disposables, cloth, or a mix of both?” Kathy asked, glancing between us. Joey groaned, muttering something incoherent. “Disposables,” I said, giving him a warning look. “Great,” Kathy said, making a note. “And how often are we doing changes? Every two to three hours, or only as needed?” Joey let out a frustrated noise. “We just answered all of this!” Kathy raised an eyebrow but kept her tone calm. “I understand it might feel repetitive, Joey, but it’s important for me to double-check everything. So, changes?” “Two to three hours,” I answered smoothly, ignoring Joey’s glare. Kathy continued down the list, asking all the same questions about rashes, bowel movements, and behavior. By the time she got to discipline, Joey was squirming on the table, his face red with frustration. “Discipline methods,” Kathy said, glancing at me. “Time-outs? Loss of privileges? Spankings?” Joey slapped his hands over his face, groaning loudly. “Why does everyone have to ask about spankings?!” Kathy smiled patiently. “Because it’s important to know what works best for you,” she said simply. “Spankings are part of his routine,” I confirmed, keeping my tone calm. “Good to know,” Kathy said, typing on her tablet. “And how often would you say that happens?” “Enough to make an impression,” I said, earning a muffled groan from Joey. Finally, Kathy set down her tablet and pulled on a pair of gloves. “All right, Joey,” she said, her tone cheerful. “Let’s take a look and make sure everything’s healthy down there. Go ahead and lie back for me.” Joey hesitated, glancing at me for support. “It’s okay, sweetheart,” I said gently. “Just follow Nurse Kathy’s instructions.” With a heavy sigh, he leaned back on the exam table, the paper crinkling loudly beneath him. Kathy carefully untaped his diaper and opened it, her expression professional as she examined his diaper area. “Everything looks good so far,” she said, her gloved hands moving efficiently. “No redness or irritation. Whoever’s taking care of you is doing a great job.” Joey didn’t respond, staring at the ceiling with a look of pure misery. Then Kathy paused, her eyes narrowing slightly as she inspected his bottom more closely. “Oh, I can tell someone got a spanking recently,” she said casually, her tone almost amused. “Were you the fussy one in the waiting room?” Joey’s head snapped up, his face blazing red. “What’s it to you?!” he snapped, glaring at her. Kathy blinked, clearly caught off guard by his outburst. I crossed my arms and gave him a warning look, but before I could say a word, Joey turned his head away, muttering angrily under his breath. The tension in the room was palpable as I prepared to address his behavior. "Discipline in the Exam Room" I had hoped Joey would settle down after the initial check-in, but his attitude only worsened. By the time he snapped at Nurse Kathy during the exam, I knew we needed to take immediate action to reset his behavior. Thankfully, Kathy agreed. After Joey’s outburst, Kathy straightened up and looked at me expectantly. “Do you usually address behavior like this on the spot?” she asked calmly. “Yes,” I said, already reaching into my purse. “I believe in handling things immediately so there’s no confusion about consequences.” Joey’s eyes widened when he saw the small wooden paddle in my hand. “Sarah, no!” he protested, trying to squirm away. “Joey,” I said firmly, placing a hand on his chest to keep him still. “You’ve earned this, and you know it.” Kathy stepped back, her expression neutral but observant as I adjusted Joey’s position. He was already lying on his back from the exam, so I simply lifted his legs and held them up, exposing his bottom in the classic diaper position. “No, please!” Joey whined, kicking slightly. “Joey,” Kathy said sharply, surprising both of us. “You need to hold still and take your punishment. Your caregiver is doing what’s best for you.” Joey whimpered but stopped struggling, his face turning red as I positioned the paddle. The first swat landed with a sharp crack, and Joey yelped immediately. “This is for your attitude,” I said, delivering another firm smack. “You do not snap at adults who are here to help you.” Joey squirmed, his diaper crinkling beneath him as the paddle connected with his bare bottom again and again. As I continued, I noticed a small, wet spot forming on the front of his diaper. I wasn’t surprised—Joey often leaked a little when he was overwhelmed—but I wasn’t sure Kathy would know what to make of it. Sure enough, she tilted her head and asked, “Does that happen often?” “Sometimes,” I said, not pausing the spanking. “It’s a natural reaction when he’s upset or overstimulated. It’s one of the reasons we keep him in diapers—he’s not always in control.” Joey whimpered louder, tears starting to spill down his cheeks. “Sarah, please!” he begged, his voice cracking. “You’re not done yet,” I said, delivering a few more sharp swats. “We’re going to keep going until I know you’ve learned your lesson.” He sniffled, his cries growing louder with each smack. By the time I finished, his bottom was bright red, and he was a sobbing mess. Kathy nodded approvingly as I lowered his legs and adjusted his diaper back into place. “You handle that very well,” she said, making a note on her tablet. “It’s clear you’re firm but caring, and that’s exactly what he needs.” “Thank you,” I said, helping Joey sit up despite his continued sniffles. “Consistency is key with him, even when it’s hard.” “I can see that,” Kathy said, giving Joey a gentle but pointed look. “I hope you’ll remember this next time you feel like acting out, young man.” Joey didn’t respond, too busy rubbing his eyes and sniffling into his hands. “I’ll let the doctor know you’re ready,” Kathy said, giving me a kind smile before leaving the room. As the door closed behind her, I turned to Joey, who was still hiccupping quietly. “Are you ready to behave now?” I asked, my tone softer but still firm. He nodded quickly, his tear-streaked face showing just how much he regretted testing me today. ____________________ To continue the story, sign up for my SubscribeStar here.

Hello there, I was kind of bored and wanted to try out if ChatGPT could write a little story for me and if it would write it decent. It's not very long and lacks in depth, but I thought I share it with you anyway. Maybe you still like it. It's not finished and mistakes in logic can be there, but here is what I got. Maybe I will edit it some day and make it more believable. I would write the story completely by myself, but the lack of talent and time makes this kind of impossible for me. Chapter 1: The soft hum of the car engine filled the air, but it did nothing to soothe Emily’s growing sense of dread. Her gaze was locked on the scenery passing by — streets, trees, and houses she had seen countless times before — but today, they all blurred together as her thoughts swirled in anxious circles. She had known this day was coming, but that hadn’t made it any easier. “It’s just for a few weeks, honey,” her mother said from the front seat, her voice light and encouraging. “Nanny Rose is very nice. You’ll be fine.” Emily’s stomach churned. At nineteen years old, the last thing she wanted was to be left with a nanny, especially one who cared for toddlers. But her parents had insisted. Her condition, turner syndrome, left her at a height of just 3’8” and with a youthful appearance that made people mistake her for a small child constantly. While that was frustrating on a normal day, this felt like a whole new level of humiliation. “I can take care of myself,” Emily muttered, though her words lacked the conviction they once had. She’d said it before, and it hadn’t changed anything. Her father, who was driving, glanced at her briefly in the rearview mirror, his eyes calm but resolute. “We know you can, Em. But Nanny Rose is just there to keep you safe. It’s not about what you can or can’t do. It’s just a precaution.” “Precaution,” Emily echoed bitterly under her breath. That word felt like a permanent fixture in her life. Every decision her parents made for her seemed to be about keeping her safe, as though she were fragile. Nineteen years old, yet still treated like a helpless child. No matter how much she fought it, they never listened. Her mother added, “We’ve spoken to her about your condition. She understands, and she’ll take good care of you while we’re away.” But that was exactly what Emily was afraid of. Nanny Rose didn’t just take care of children — she looked after toddlers. Emily was terrified of being treated like one of them, and deep down, she suspected that’s exactly what was going to happen. As the car pulled up in front of Nanny Rose’s house, Emily felt her heart sink. The house was quaint and welcoming from the outside, painted a soft yellow with white trim and a perfectly manicured garden. It looked like something out of a storybook, but to Emily, it might as well have been a prison. The front door opened before they could even get out of the car, and there stood Nanny Rose. She was tall — incredibly tall — easily over six feet, with a broad frame and a warm, round face. Her silver hair was neatly tied back in a bun, and she wore a floral apron over her dress. Her smile was wide and welcoming, but Emily could already see the way Nanny Rose’s eyes softened when they settled on her, like she was looking at a small child. “Oh, look at this precious little one!” Nanny Rose exclaimed, her voice filled with warmth as she stepped forward. Her voice was the kind of tone you’d use to talk to a toddler, and Emily immediately cringed. Her parents exchanged pleasantries with Nanny Rose, going over some last-minute details. Emily’s mind wandered, her gaze flicking between the house, Nanny Rose’s towering frame, and her parents. Everything felt like it was happening too fast, too suddenly. Before she could process it, her mother gave her a quick hug, planting a soft kiss on her forehead. “Be good, Em,” her father said, giving her a brief smile before climbing back into the car. And just like that, they were gone. The car disappeared down the street, leaving Emily standing alone with Nanny Rose, who was still smiling brightly at her. “Well, come on in, sweetheart,” Nanny Rose said, reaching out and taking Emily’s hand gently. Her large hand completely engulfed Emily’s much smaller one, and the contrast between them made Emily feel even smaller than she already did. Instinctively, Emily wanted to pull her hand away, but Nanny Rose’s grip, though gentle, was firm enough to keep her in place. She found herself being led inside the house, her feet dragging slightly as dread weighed her down. The house was every bit as cheerful and childlike as Emily had feared. The living room was bathed in soft pastel colors — yellows, pinks, and blues — with plush furniture that looked far too large for her to sit in comfortably. Toys were scattered around the floor: building blocks, stuffed animals, and colorful picture books. In the corner of the room, Emily spotted a large playpen, filled with even more toys and pillows. Nanny Rose didn’t seem to notice Emily’s discomfort as she guided her through the house. “Let me show you around, little one,” Nanny Rose said, her voice chipper as she led Emily through the bright space. Emily’s heart sank further with each room they entered. First, the kitchen, where a small plastic table and chairs were set up, clearly designed for toddlers. On the table was a plate of cut-up apple slices and a juice box. “I have a snack ready for you when you’re settled in,” Nanny Rose said, beaming down at Emily. “A little something to keep you going.” Emily didn’t respond. She wasn’t hungry, and the idea of sitting at a table meant for toddlers only added to the feeling of being out of place — of being forced into a role she didn’t belong in. Next, they passed by the bathroom. Emily eyed the door handle, which was much too high for her to reach without help. She swallowed nervously, knowing she’d need to ask Nanny Rose every time she needed to use it. But Nanny Rose didn’t pause at the bathroom. She simply continued down the hall, giving Emily a quick tour of the house. “And here we are!” Nanny Rose said as they reached a bright bedroom. The walls were painted a soft yellow, and a small bed — not quite a crib, but certainly not a normal bed for someone Emily’s age — was nestled against one wall. The bedding was covered in cartoon animals, and shelves lined the room, stacked with books and toys. The entire room looked like it had been designed for a toddler. “This is your room,” Nanny Rose said, smiling down at her. “Isn’t it cozy?” Emily stood there, her stomach twisting into tight knots. Cozy wasn’t the word she would have used. The room felt like a trap, a constant reminder of how small and powerless she felt here. Nanny Rose didn’t seem to notice Emily’s discomfort. She was already moving on, taking Emily’s hand again and guiding her back toward the kitchen. “Let’s get you that snack, darling. I’m sure you’re hungry after your long trip.” Emily followed reluctantly, her feet dragging. The kitchen felt even more intimidating now that she knew what was coming. Nanny Rose gestured for her to sit at the small plastic table, and Emily did so hesitantly. The chair was low, forcing her knees up awkwardly, and the table felt too small even for her. “There you go,” Nanny Rose said, placing the plate of apple slices and the juice box in front of her. “Eat up, sweetheart. You need your energy.” Emily stared down at the food, her appetite completely gone. She wasn’t a child, but the way Nanny Rose spoke to her made her feel like one — like she didn’t have a choice. She picked up an apple slice and nibbled at it half-heartedly, knowing it wouldn’t change anything. As she sat there, awkwardly eating her apple slices, Emily began to feel a different kind of discomfort — the kind she couldn’t ignore. The juice she had sipped earlier had caught up with her, and she could feel the growing pressure in her bladder. She shifted in her seat, glancing nervously toward the bathroom. The door was closed, and she knew there was no way she could reach the handle on her own. Emily swallowed hard, the embarrassment already starting to creep up her spine. She’d have to ask Nanny Rose for help. But how was she supposed to do that? Nanny Rose hadn’t even mentioned the bathroom. In fact, she seemed to assume Emily didn’t need it at all. Reluctantly, Emily stood up from the small chair and approached Nanny Rose, who was busy wiping down the kitchen counters. “Um… Nanny Rose?” she said quietly, her cheeks already flushed. “I need to… use the bathroom.” Nanny Rose didn’t even turn around. She kept cleaning the counter, her voice still light and cheerful. “That’s alright, sweetheart. You just go in your pants, and I’ll change your diaper later.” Emily froze, her face flushing red with shock. “What?” she stammered, unable to process what she had just heard. “I’m not wearing a diaper! I need the bathroom!” Nanny Rose finally turned to look at her, her smile warm and unbothered, as if Emily had said something funny. “Oh, darling, it’s alright. You don’t have to worry about that. I’ll change you later.” Emily’s heart pounded in her chest. She couldn’t believe what she was hearing. Nanny Rose thought she was already wearing a diaper, and no matter how much Emily tried to explain, it didn’t seem like Nanny Rose was listening. “I’m not wearing a diaper!” Emily said again, her voice rising in panic. “I need the bathroom, please!” But Nanny Rose just gave her a gentle pat on the head, smiling down at her with the same sweet, patronizing tone. “There, there, darling. Don’t worry yourself. You don’t have to do anything. I’ll take care of it.” Emily stood there, frozen, as the realization washed over her. Nanny Rose wasn’t going to help her. She genuinely believed that Emily was wearing a diaper, and no amount of pleading or reasoning was going to change that. The pressure in Emily’s bladder was growing more unbearable by the second. She couldn’t believe she was in this situation, being told to wet herself like a toddler. But there was no escape — the bathroom door was too high, and Nanny Rose wasn’t listening. Feeling utterly helpless, Emily returned to the small chair, her heart racing. She pressed her thighs together tightly, trying to hold it in, but the panic was building. She couldn’t let herself have an accident. Not like this. Minutes passed, and Emily’s desperation only grew. Her legs trembled as she squeezed them together, her body fighting to maintain control. She bit her lip, trying not to cry, but the pressure was becoming too much. She didn’t know how much longer she could hold it. Finally, with her heart pounding in her chest, Emily stood up again and hurried over to Nanny Rose, practically bouncing on her toes with desperation. “Please,” she begged, her voice shaky. “I really need to go to the bathroom. I’m not wearing a diaper, I promise!” Nanny Rose raised an eyebrow, finally pausing her cleaning to look at Emily. “Oh dear,” she said softly, kneeling down to Emily’s level. “Let’s just check, shall we?” Before Emily could respond, Nanny Rose’s hands were at her waistband, feeling for the diaper that wasn’t there. When she realized Emily was telling the truth, Nanny Rose’s eyes widened in surprise. “Well, aren’t you a big girl,” Nanny Rose said, her tone light and slightly amused. “No diaper at all.” Emily’s face burned with humiliation, but she didn’t have time to dwell on it. The urgency of her need to go was overwhelming. “Please,” Emily said again, her voice tight with desperation. Nanny Rose finally nodded and unlocked the bathroom door. “Alright, alright, little one. Let’s get you to the potty.” Emily rushed inside the bathroom, barely making it in time as she relieved herself with a mixture of shame and relief. The whole experience had been humiliating beyond belief, but at least she hadn’t had an accident. When she was done, she washed her hands and returned to the kitchen, still feeling shaken. Nanny Rose was waiting for her with that same cheerful smile. “There we go!” Nanny Rose said, beaming. “Such a big girl, using the potty all by yourself!” Emily didn’t respond. She couldn’t. Her face was still flushed from the embarrassment of what had just happened. She sat back down at the small table, her heart heavy with dread. Chapter 2: The late midday sun cast warm streaks of light through the windows, but for Emily, the brightness of the house didn’t match the growing knot of discomfort in her chest. After returning from the bathroom, she had tried to find some comfort in the quiet of her room, but the childlike decor only made her feel more out of place. She wasn’t supposed to be here, she wasn’t supposed to be treated like this — yet here she was. The sounds of Nanny Rose moving about the house floated faintly down the hall. Pots clanked in the kitchen, cupboards opened and shut, and there was always that soft, constant humming that seemed to accompany Nanny Rose wherever she went. Emily’s stomach still churned with embarrassment over what had happened earlier, the way Nanny Rose had so casually assumed she was in a diaper, the way she had so calmly suggested that Emily could simply “go in her pants.” It was unthinkable. As the minutes ticked by, Emily couldn’t help but feel the weight of the day pressing down on her. It was getting late in the afternoon now, and the sun’s position had begun to shift. It was that time of day when the air seemed to still, the world outside growing a little quieter as the afternoon slowly bled into early evening. But for Emily, there was no peace in the quiet. There was only the gnawing feeling that she was trapped in a place where she didn’t belong. Her bedroom, despite its bright walls and cheerful toys, felt more like a reminder of how small she was in this house, how powerless she was under Nanny Rose’s care. Emily wandered over to the window and looked outside. The garden in front of the house was neat and perfectly manicured, with colorful flowers that seemed to glow in the sunlight. Everything about this place was so… controlled. So organized. It was like living in a dollhouse where everything had its place, including her. She sighed, turning away from the window. What was she supposed to do for the rest of the day? It wasn’t like she could just go outside, not without asking for permission. And after what had happened earlier, she didn’t want to have to face Nanny Rose again, at least not for a while. Her thoughts were interrupted by a soft knock at the door. Before Emily could say anything, the door creaked open, and Nanny Rose appeared, her tall frame filling the doorway. “Hello, sweetheart,” Nanny Rose said, her voice as bright and cheery as ever. “How are you doing? Getting comfortable?” Emily shifted on her feet, feeling awkward. “Yeah, I’m fine,” she said, though the words didn’t come out as convincingly as she would’ve liked. Nanny Rose smiled, stepping further into the room. She glanced around as if inspecting the space, making sure everything was in order. “I was just thinking,” she said, clasping her hands together. “Since it’s been such a long day, how about we have a little quiet time? You can come sit in the living room with me, and we’ll find something nice and calm to do. Maybe some coloring or a story.” Emily’s heart sank at the suggestion. It wasn’t that she was against the idea of quiet time, but the way Nanny Rose framed it — as though she were speaking to a child — made Emily’s skin prickle with discomfort. Coloring? A story? It was like Nanny Rose couldn’t even comprehend that Emily might want to do something more suited to her real age. “I’m really fine,” Emily said, trying to sound polite but firm. “I don’t really need quiet time. I can just stay here.” Nanny Rose chuckled softly, as if Emily had said something cute. “Oh, sweetie, everyone needs a bit of quiet time in the afternoon. It’s good to rest and recharge, especially after such a busy morning.” Emily bit her lip, her mind racing for a way out of the conversation. She hadn’t even done anything strenuous that morning. What Nanny Rose had perceived as a “busy morning” was just a series of awkward encounters that left Emily feeling embarrassed and uncomfortable. The last thing she wanted was to sit in the living room being treated like a child again. But Nanny Rose didn’t seem to be waiting for her to agree. She reached out her hand, that large hand that seemed so overpowering in contrast to Emily’s small frame, and smiled down at her. “Come on, dear. Let’s go get settled.” Emily hesitated for a moment, then reluctantly took Nanny Rose’s hand. The woman’s grip was gentle but firm, and as Emily was led out of the room, she felt like she was being guided more than willingly walking alongside her. The living room felt even more stifling now, the pastel colors and childish decor making Emily feel out of place. Nanny Rose led her to the couch, a large, overstuffed thing that dwarfed her the moment she sat down. Nanny Rose moved to a nearby shelf and pulled down a coloring book and a box of crayons. “Here we are,” Nanny Rose said, placing them on the small coffee table in front of Emily. “Why don’t you color for a bit while I finish up in the kitchen? It’s always good to have a little fun during quiet time.” Emily stared down at the coloring book. The cover was bright and colorful, featuring cartoon animals frolicking in a meadow. It was the kind of book you’d give to a five-year-old, not a nineteen-year-old. Her fingers hovered over the box of crayons, but she didn’t reach for them. What was she supposed to do with this? Sit and color like a toddler while Nanny Rose continued to treat her like one? “I don’t really…” Emily started to protest, but Nanny Rose was already walking back toward the kitchen. “I’ll be right back, darling,” Nanny Rose called over her shoulder, her voice trailing off as she disappeared from view. “You just relax and color, alright?” Emily sat there in silence, staring at the crayons and the coloring book. The house was quiet, save for the faint clinking of dishes in the distance. The sun had shifted again, casting long shadows across the room. She felt ridiculous, sitting there with a child’s coloring book in front of her, as if she was supposed to play along with the role Nanny Rose had assigned her. After a few moments, Emily stood up, abandoning the coloring book. She wandered over to the window, leaning against the sill as she gazed outside. The air had that lazy, golden quality that came in the later hours of the afternoon, when the day seemed to slow down and the shadows grew longer. She could see a bird hopping through the flower beds, and beyond that, the faint rustling of leaves in the breeze. It looked so peaceful out there, so different from the tension she felt inside the house. If only she could slip outside, escape the bubble that Nanny Rose had created for her. She could almost imagine herself wandering through the garden, feeling the warmth of the sun on her face, breathing in the fresh air. But that wasn’t an option. Not without asking for permission, and not without Nanny Rose hovering over her. She sighed, turning away from the window. She didn’t want to admit it, but the day was dragging on, and she was starting to feel restless. The lack of control over her own life was suffocating, and the longer she spent here, the more she felt her sense of independence slipping away. Emily glanced down the hall, listening to the distant sounds of Nanny Rose moving about. It was nearing late afternoon now, and the house felt strangely quiet. Too quiet. The kind of stillness that made the ticking of the clock on the wall seem louder than it actually was. Just as she was considering sneaking back to her room to escape the awkward quiet, Nanny Rose appeared again, her tall frame filling the doorway. Her apron was still tied around her waist, and she wiped her hands on a dish towel as she walked into the living room. “Well, how are we doing here?” she asked, her voice light as she looked toward the abandoned coloring book. Emily forced a smile, though it didn’t reach her eyes. “I wasn’t really in the mood to color.” Nanny Rose raised an eyebrow but didn’t seem too concerned. “That’s alright, sweetie. Sometimes it’s just nice to have a little quiet time.” There was that phrase again. Emily bit back the urge to snap. She wasn’t a child who needed a set quiet time. But before she could say anything, Nanny Rose moved toward her, her expression softening. “Let’s go ahead and get you a bit more comfortable for the evening, alright?” Nanny Rose said, her voice sweet but commanding. “I think it’s time we got you into something cozy.” Emily frowned, her heart rate picking up. She didn’t like the sound of that. “I’m fine,” she said quickly, standing up from the couch. “I don’t need to change or anything.” But Nanny Rose was already heading toward the hallway, beckoning for Emily to follow. “Come along, dear. I’ve got just the thing for you.” Emily’s stomach twisted with unease, but she knew there was no point in arguing. Reluctantly, she followed Nanny Rose down the hall, her steps slow and hesitant. When they reached her room, Nanny Rose opened the door and gestured for Emily to go inside. Emily’s heart sank when she saw what was waiting for her — laid out on the bed was a set of soft, footed pajamas, the kind a toddler might wear. They were pale pink, with a zipper that ran up the back. “I thought you’d be more comfortable in this,” Nanny Rose said with a smile, standing behind her. “It’ll keep you warm, and it’s perfect for settling in before bedtime.” Emily’s mouth went dry. “I don’t need… that,” she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper. “I’m not cold.” But Nanny Rose wasn’t having it. She stepped forward, her large hands resting on Emily’s shoulders as she guided her toward the bed. “Oh, sweetheart, there’s no need to be fussy. It’s just for the evening. We’ll get you all cozy and snug, and then you’ll be ready for bed before you know it.” Emily wanted to argue, wanted to tell Nanny Rose that she wasn’t a child, that she didn’t need to be put in pajamas like this. But the words caught in her throat, and the next thing she knew, she was being gently but firmly steered toward the bed. The pajamas rustled as Nanny Rose picked them up, holding them out for Emily to step into. Her heart pounded in her chest, but she felt trapped, cornered by Nanny Rose’s overwhelming presence. Before she could fully process what was happening, Nanny Rose was helping her into the pajamas, zipping them up the back. The soft fabric hugged her tightly, and the feeling of being enclosed in the footed sleeper made her feel even more powerless. Even more like the toddler Nanny Rose seemed to believe she was. “There we go,” Nanny Rose cooed, patting Emily on the head as if she had just done something adorable. “Now, don’t you feel better already?” Emily didn’t respond. She couldn’t. She felt like she was shrinking inside herself, each moment eroding more of her sense of identity. As she stood there, wrapped in the soft, confining pajamas, she realized how little control she had over her own life in this house. Chapter 3: The soft evening light cast long shadows across the living room as the sun dipped lower in the sky. Emily sat awkwardly on the couch beside Nanny Rose, the thick, footed pajamas uncomfortably warm against her skin. She shifted in her seat, her eyes flicking to the TV, but her mind was elsewhere, stuck on the humiliating events of the day. Her new outfit — pale pink with a zipper running up the back — felt childish and restrictive, reminding her with every movement that she wasn’t in control here. Nanny Rose had insisted they watch TV together before bedtime, and now the screen played some lighthearted family show, its cheerful music filling the room. For Nanny Rose, it seemed like the perfect way to wind down for the evening. But for Emily, it was another reminder of how much this situation felt like a trap. Every glance at Nanny Rose, every time she felt the warmth of the pajama fabric press against her skin, was another reminder that she wasn’t being treated like an adult. As the minutes ticked by, a familiar discomfort began to settle in Emily’s abdomen. She needed to pee again. The juice from earlier hadn’t sat quietly, and now her bladder was making its demands known. The realization sent a wave of anxiety through her. She didn’t want to have to ask Nanny Rose for help again, not after what had happened earlier, but there was no way she could reach the bathroom by herself, not in this house, not in these pajamas. Emily tried to focus on the TV, hoping to distract herself, but the urge was becoming harder to ignore. She squirmed slightly in her seat, trying to find a comfortable position. Her eyes flicked over to Nanny Rose, who was seated beside her, smiling serenely as she watched the show. Finally, Emily couldn’t hold back any longer. “Um, Nanny Rose?” she asked softly, glancing up at the tall woman. “I… I need to use the bathroom.” Nanny Rose turned her head, her expression calm and patient. “Oh, sweetheart, in this house, we call it the potty,” she corrected gently, her voice soothing. “That’s what all my little ones call it.” Emily’s face flushed slightly with embarrassment. The potty? She was nineteen years old, not a toddler. The very idea of calling it that made her stomach churn, but she didn’t want to argue. She just needed to go. “Okay…” Emily hesitated, biting her lip. “Can I use the… potty?” Nanny Rose smiled, her large hand resting gently on Emily’s knee. “Well, dear, let’s just wait until the commercials come on, alright? It won’t be long now.” Emily blinked, surprised by the response. Wait? Her bladder was already nagging her, and waiting didn’t seem like a good idea. But Nanny Rose’s tone left little room for negotiation. Emily swallowed her frustration and nodded reluctantly. “Okay…” The minutes dragged on as the TV show continued, each scene feeling longer than the last. Emily could feel the pressure in her bladder growing, her body tensing as she tried to hold it in. She shifted in her seat again, squeezing her thighs together, doing everything she could to distract herself from the need to go. Her eyes flicked toward the TV, waiting for the commercials, praying they would come soon. Finally, the screen faded to black, and the familiar jingle of a commercial break began. Emily’s heart raced as she turned to Nanny Rose, her voice strained with urgency. “The commercials are on now. Can I go to the potty?” Nanny Rose smiled warmly, her eyes softening as she looked down at Emily. “Oh, you’ve been such a good girl, holding it in like that!” she praised, her voice dripping with that same condescending sweetness. “I’m so proud of you for waiting. That’s what big girls do when they’re learning to use the potty.” Emily’s face burned with embarrassment. She hadn’t been “waiting” because she was trying to prove something; she had been forced to. But the way Nanny Rose spoke to her, as if she was praising a toddler for holding it in during potty training, made Emily feel even smaller. Still, the pressure in her bladder was unbearable now, and she couldn’t waste any more time. “Can I go now?” she asked, her voice tense. Nanny Rose chuckled softly. “Of course, darling. Let’s get you to the potty.” Nanny Rose stood and made her way toward the hallway, motioning for Emily to follow. Emily hurried after her, her feet shuffling slightly in the soft footed pajamas. When they reached the bathroom, Nanny Rose opened the door and gestured for Emily to go inside. But as Emily stepped into the bathroom, her heart sank. She hadn’t thought this far ahead. The zipper on her pajamas ran all the way up the back, making it impossible for her to take them off by herself. She stared at the mirror, panic bubbling in her chest as she realized there was no way she could undress on her own. She hesitated, biting her lip. The last thing she wanted was to ask Nanny Rose for help again, especially after everything that had already happened. But there was no other choice. “Nanny Rose?” Emily called out softly, her voice small as she stepped out of the bathroom and looked up at the tall woman. “I… I can’t get my pajamas off.” Nanny Rose smiled knowingly, as if she had been expecting this. “Oh, dear. I see.” She stepped closer, her large frame casting a shadow over Emily as she leaned down slightly. “Do you need some help, sweetheart?” Emily’s cheeks flushed. She didn’t want to admit it, but she had no other option. “Yes… I can’t reach the zipper.” Nanny Rose chuckled lightly, shaking her head. “Oh, you poor thing. You should’ve asked sooner.” She reached out and gently turned Emily around, her large hands effortlessly tugging the zipper down. “There we go. See? It’s not so hard when you ask for help,” Nanny Rose said softly, her hands brushing lightly against Emily’s back as she unzipped the pajamas. “Next time, don’t be shy, alright? That’s what I’m here for.” Emily felt the burn of embarrassment spreading through her chest as Nanny Rose peeled back the pajamas, exposing her bare shoulders and then helping her slip her arms free. Emily wished she could disappear, but there was no way out. Nanny Rose helped Emily out of the pajama top, leaving it bunched around her waist as she guided her toward the toilet. “There we go,” Nanny Rose cooed. “Let’s get you settled on the potty.” Emily winced as she sat down on the toilet, her whole body stiff with embarrassment. She wanted this to be over as quickly as possible, but Nanny Rose’s constant commentary made everything feel even more excruciating. “You’re doing so well, sweetheart,” Nanny Rose said encouragingly as she stood nearby, watching with an approving smile. “I knew you’d be a good girl and let me help you.” Emily focused on the tiled floor, trying to block out Nanny Rose’s voice and the overwhelming sense of shame that was washing over her. It was humiliating enough to need help getting undressed, but having Nanny Rose treat her like she was in the middle of potty training was almost unbearable. When she was finally done, Emily stood up, avoiding Nanny Rose’s gaze as she quickly washed her hands. She just wanted to go back to the couch, back to some semblance of normalcy, even if it was just sitting in silence. Nanny Rose, however, wasn’t finished with her praise. “Well done, dear! You were such a good girl, asking to go to the potty and waiting patiently. That’s how big girls do it!” Emily’s face burned as Nanny Rose helped her back into the pajamas, carefully zipping them up the back. The soft fabric once again clung to her, making her feel small and childlike. But this time, Emily didn’t argue. She just wanted to escape the moment. “There we go,” Nanny Rose said with a satisfied nod as she finished zipping up the pajamas. “All snug and warm again. Now let’s go finish our show, alright?” Emily nodded quietly, following Nanny Rose back to the living room. She climbed onto the couch, pulling her legs up under her as she settled in once more. Nanny Rose sat beside her, giving her a gentle pat on the head as the show resumed. They watched in silence for a while, but Emily’s mind was far from the TV screen. Her thoughts swirled with the events of the day, each moment filled with more and more humiliation. She felt trapped, both physically and emotionally, in a house where she was treated like something she wasn’t.

BB’S Nursery and Day Care Chapter 1 It was 11pm on a Saturday night and Tommy had been a high school graduate for little over 9 hours having walked across the Townsfield High stage around earlier in the day. He was happy high school was over. He was happy to be off to college in a couple of months. He was also a bit drunk. His best and really only friend was leaving in the morning for Air Force basic training. His Friend Brad had always wanted to be a pilot and fly anything that the Air Force would let him. They shared that dream until it was obvious that Tommy would not be meeting any minimum physical requirements. Brad was 6’2”, athletic and super smart while Tommy stopped growing at 5’ unlike his father who was over 6 ft. tall. Not that Tommy wasn’t smart, he was, and he was also in good shape. He just didn’t fit the pilot mold. No amount of exercising was going to add those extra inches and he let that dream die last summer and buckled down on college. He did not begrudge his friend his dreams. He was very happy for Brad. Tommy learned to accept a different dream. If he couldn’t fly planes then he could go to school and learn to design them. Once the summer was over he was going to Stanford on a full ride scholarship that he worked his butt off to earn. There was a lot a school in front of him but it was exciting. Neither Brad nor Tommy had really ever drank before. Heavy drinking parties were not on the agenda for their future and they turned down most of the invitations or left early from the last semester’s parties. So Tommy was not aware of how several shots of stolen Tequila from the liquor cabinet in Brad's dad’s home office would slow down his reflexes and give him a slight fuzziness. He felt good, real good and did not notice any real impairment. Brad had to be up and on the way to the airport by 5am so they hugged it out, promised to e-mail when they could and Tommy headed home. Tommy drove well. Only a seasoned officer would have noticed anything and probably let it go. He lived in a small subdivision of nice homes on large lots and was close to home when the large grey tabby cat darted in front of him. Caught by surprise he swerved to the right and tapped the brakes. No problem. At least that was what he planned to do. He swerved to the right and instead of tapping the breaks he nicked the accelerator. The car, his Mom’s car, shot forward and into the adjacent yard. The impact with the curb yanked the wheel from his hands and the car slewed sideways. The car ripped through a long length of pristine white fencing, crushed all of Mrs. Nelson’s award winning roses, clipped the backend of the sky blue Mercedes parked in the driveway and came to an airbag deploying stop against a moderately sized oak tree. The cat watched the whole event with the detachment that only a cat can really display then sauntered off into the night not aware of, or caring about the life altering events it had just precipitated. Tommy was stunned first by the impact with the tree. Then the airbag went off. Both hit as one as far as Tommy ever remembered. He was stunned, not quite unconscious but only vaguely aware that the engine had shut off and the only real noise was the ticking of the engine and some hissing noise as the engine coolant leaked out on to hot engine parts. He was jerked into more awareness as his door was opened and the scared angry face of Mrs. Nelson appeared. Mrs. Nelson was just shutting off the living room lights in preparation for bed when she heard what sounded like a major collision happening in her front yard. She grabbed her phone and hurried to the front door. She stared in shock at how much damage could be done to her yard so quickly. Her rose bushes were flattened, the fence she and James Wilder built twelve years ago was in splinters and her car’s rear lights were smashed. She did not recognize the car in the dark poorly lighted yard. Steam billowed up from the engine as she approached the car. She was angry and scared as she looked through the window. The driver was still and it looked like blood was dripping from the driver’s forehead. She opened the door ready to yell at the driver. "What do you....." she started yelling. She never finished her sentence as the driver looked up at her and she knew that face well. Her anger was instantly replaced with concern. "Tommy" she gasped. "Tommy are you ok?" Tommy knew Mrs. Nelson well. She was a family friend. He spent many a summer hour mowing her lawn and doing odd jobs for her over the years. "I think so" he stuttered his head slowly clearing. Then he panicked. "Mrs. Nelson are you ok? I didn't hurt anybody did I?" he almost yelled. "No, my boy you only hurt some stuff. Nobody was around to be hurt." She replied with a slight smile. Just like Tommy to worry about others first. "Just stay still, don't try to get out of the car. You could be more hurt then you know". She reached for the phone but stopped short of dialing 911. Still far in the distance she could hear the sirens. Knowing her neighbors someone had called 911 before she could even leave the house. She pulled out a handkerchief and pressed it to his cut forehead and had him hold it tight. As the sirens grew louder she heard Tommy begin to sniffle a bit. "I'm so sorry about you flowers Mrs. Nelson, I know how much you love them". "It ok Tommy, they are only flowers. You are more important right now" she said giving him a peck on the cheek. The ambulance arrived first, followed by the fire truck and a police car. The paramedic gently but firmly pushed Mrs. Nelson out of the way as she tended to Tommy and started asking questions. Mrs. Nelson let herself fade to the back of the crowd. She had smelled the alcohol on Tommy’s breathe. She knew where this going to go. She headed into the house. Mrs. Nelson had a call to make and some preparations to take care of. She already knew what was needed to be done and got started right away. As the door shut behind her she thought about how tired she was of roses anyway. Might be time for some daisies and lilies. +++++++++++++++ James and his wife April were coming back from date night dinner, movie and some serious parking lot kissing and heavy petting. Both were looking forward to continuing the evening in the privacy and comfort of the bedroom. As the neared the house they could see the lights of a police car and an ambulance in front of Mrs. Nelsons house. You could see the shattered fence and flattened rose bushes. James thought to himself that the poor sorry bastard that did that was in for a world of hurt as Mrs.’s Nelson loved those flowers and the awards given out each year for the Counties best roses. James heard a gasp next him and April shouted “Stop the car, its Tommy!” Even before the car stopped moving April was out of the car and running to the ambulance. Tommy was visible sitting at the rear of the ambulance while a paramedic was holding something up to his forehead. April slipped by the police officer and the paramedic (like only a determined mother can) and was soon hugging her son to her chest and peppering the paramedic with questions about Tommy’s obviously cut forehead. James quickly parked the car and headed for the ambulance. Before he got there he heard Officer Benton call out “Mr. Wilder can I speak with you for a moment, Please?” James turned and waited as the police officer walked up to him. He knew Officer Rick Benton from bowling leagues James and April participated in over the years. He barely opened his mouth before Rick said “Relax, Tommy is ok, just a little cut from the airbag. Nobody else was involved, nobody else got hurt.” James shoulders slumped a little as the tension left him with a relived sigh. Continuing Rick said “You can take him home now but I need you to come back right away, we need to talk charges.” “What…why?” James stuttered shocked and scared all over again for his son. “When I got here there was strong smell of alcohol from Tommy, I had no option but to give him a breathalyzer test. He failed, just barely but he failed. Normally he would be ticketed for DUI, reckless driving and destruction of private property and maybe hauled in for the night, but Tommy has been very cooperative so that won’t be necessary” Rick said softly. “Drinking, Tommy? Are you sure? It does not sound like him.” James replied hoping that it was some big mistake. “This will sink his scholarship, everything he’s worked for” his voice rising in pitch as his stress and anxiety shot through the roof. “Calm down James” he said reaching out and grabbing James’s shoulder. “Everything is going to be ok. Take him home and come back and we can talk more.” James nodded, squared his shoulders and went and gathered up his wife and son in a big hug before leading them to the car and home. The ride home was silent and very short. April took Tommy to his room to get into some pajamas. Then after a quick trip to the bathroom he was tucked into his bed and due to the pain pills the paramedic gave him he was asleep almost before his Mom closed the bedroom door. ++++++++++++++++++++++ James quickly returned to Mrs. Nelson’s house. The ambulance was gone along with all the concerned neighbors. It was quiet as James entered the yard and saw both Rick and Mrs. Nelson talking on the house porch. Mrs. Nelson looked at James as he crossed the yard. She knew this next bit was going to be hard on James and she had already made arrangements in the house for after the police officer had left. “Good news James, Mrs. Nelson, and Judge Sanderson have already worked out a community service agreement” Rick said smiling. He loved it when something could worked out so that young people get a second chance without screwing their lives up first. “Tommy will need to work off the car repairs at some daycare Mrs. Nelson used to work for before she retired. After that any additional money will be toward fence repair. On the weekends Tommy will work as Mrs. Nelson’s gardener until the rose garden is either repaired or replaced. As long as the Judge hears a positive response from Mrs. Nelson by August 14 confirming that Tommy has met his obligations he will have all charges dropped. My understanding is that this will give Tommy 2 weeks to get Stanford and start his college life” Rick said slapping James on the back. “I have got to go but someone will around with the paperwork from the Judge sometime tomorrow. I will need everyone to sign it. Like I said everything will be ok James” He said cheerfully. As he walked away he stated “You must know the Judge well to call so late at night Mrs. Nelson. Must be a real friend.” “We worked together a long time ago when we graduated college together” she answered never taking her eyes from James’s face. As the cop car rolled away the tears started to fall from James’s eyes and their apparent age dipped with every tear. James’s voice rose in pitch as he cried “My Tommy, my baby, how could you do this to him?” Mrs. Nelson reached out and took him by the hand and gently led her into the house. “Let’s talk inside Janice, we do not need to be having this talk on the front porch” she said softly and gently like you would to an emotional child. Janice slipped a comforting thumb into her mouth and mumbled a sob filled “Ok, Nanny” and let herself be pulled into the house. When the front door was closed she gently guided Janice into the kitchen where she plucked a towel of the counter and large pink plastic baby bottle filled with milk from a bottle warmer. The milk was nicely warmed up from its frozen state. Once she knew it was Tommy that crashed into her yard she knew that Janice would need comforting and had removed a pouch of frozen breast milk she kept for these type occasions. The last such occasion being 2 years ago when James’s wife April had the breast cancer scare. Turned out to be benign but still caused several sleepless night before the diagnosis. She walked down a hallway and began unbuttoning her blouse as she went. “Janice, please follow me to the nursery” she called lightly over shoulder. Still sniffling and trying unsuccessfully to hold back her tears she said “I’m coming Nanny” the voice sounding all world like a 5 year old girl. Mrs. Nelson entered the nursery and sat on the upper cushion of a two tiered couch. She had the couch made many years ago for Janice and herself. While she long ago stopped lactating the simple act of suckling was an important bond between them, Nanny and child. She laid her bra and blouse over the arm of the couch as Janice settled her large form onto the larger lower portion. Now fully in Nanny mode she guided Janice’s head to her chest and sighed as Janice’s mouth closed on her nipple. The soft gentle sucking motion calmed the child inside and soon the tears and the sniffling began to slow. Nanny stroked her hair and told her over and over “Everything was going to be alright baby, calm down sweetie, Nanny loves you” and other loving soothing words. The tears and the trembling finally stopped. “Are you thinking about Tina again?” a slight nod. Not ready to give up her comforting nipple to answer with words. “Tommy is not Tina, Tina came from a broken family, a horrible family. She decided that staying a baby was safer. She was so loved by her Nannies and taken care. She found people who loved her for the first time in her entire life. You know the program is very different now. After you and Tina we changed everything. Tommy will have a wonderful summer being Tammi Lee and I promise she will spend most of it as my little granddaughter. She will fine. I promise.” Nanny said as she gently stroked Janice’s cheek. “He will leave to Stanford and be Tommy through and through. A bit wiser and with a new prospective on women. But will be Tommy not Tammi.” A short pause and then “Are you ready for your Baba?” Janice let the nipple slip from her mouth. With a little smile she cooed “Yes Nanna, Baba..Baba”. Nanny smiled and held the bottle for Janice. Janice closed her eyes and started to drink the warm breast milk. It was comfort and peace. There were several wet nurse Nannies working for BB’s so getting fresh breast milk was never really an issue. Watching the child drinking her milk filled Nanny with the ever present worry of whether or not Janice would be able to pick up the outer layers of James again. This was not like two people living in the same body. At the heart of James was Janice, a five year girl (with some baby tendencies when feeling a lot of stress and anxieties) that can’t grow up. But Janice was smart, with a lot of practice and training and tears she was able to pull James around her like a coat and allow herself to be the grown up man she would have been if she never would have been sent to BB’s so long ago. She wanted more than being a five year old girl but couldn’t grow up. What was done to her so long ago locked her in place. But by wearing her James coat and pretending to grow up she was able to go to college and use her big brain to become an engineer. She even fell in love with April and had a family. It was a complicated balance of who she was before the regression, who she became at BB’s and who she wanted to be. All under the watchful eye of her Nanny. Janice was her responsibility and she would always be there for her. Always. When her bottle was finished Nanny used her towel to wipe a little slobber and milk from Janice’s lips and urged the child to sit up. “Mommy April will be mad when she finds out what you want to do to Tommy Nanny” she said quietly and with trepidation. “Don’t worry child, your mommy will be fine with it eventually. It will be my problem. You just be the supportive husband and father you always are.” “Yes, Nanny.” They got up and Mrs. Nelson slipped her blouse back on and buttoned it up. “Go ahead and kiss your friends good night, you need to get back home soon”. Janice clapped her hands together and skipped across her nursery. While she rarely needed to spend time in it anymore. It was undoubtedly hers. The last time she slept in the crib and was diapered for the evening was when Mommy April was diagnosed with cancer and Janice couldn’t face the thought of losing her Mommy/Wife. She regressed and needed an evening of being the baby without cares or worries. She reached into the overly large crib and pulled up a fairly beat up stuffed bear. It was her bear from before she became Janice. Her real mommy bought that for her when she was actually five years old and she loved it. It was a Smokey the bear stuffy. His hat and shovel were long gone to the years that have passed but the often repaired bear was very huggable. She hugged the bear and gave it a kiss and said “I luv you smokie.” She then tucked it back under the blanket and then picked up her Raggedy Ann doll. This doll was the doll she was forced to carry around long ago when she arrived at BB’s. She fell in love with it eventually. Annie became a friend and confidant over the years. She listened to problems and issues that Janice was not comfortable sharing with Smokie, some things just can’t be shared with boys. She hugged the doll close and whispered “Please take care of Tommy, I love him so much and want him to be the boy I could never be” louder she said “Goodnight Annie, luv you too.” Janice walked out of the nursery, slowly pulling on her James layers. She needed to get home. She had a wife that would need comforting and support for tomorrow. Back in the living room James leaned over and kissed Mrs. Nelson’s cheek. “Goodnight Edna, please take care of my Tommy” James whispered his voice already deepening. Using her first name was a bit of a ritual between them. Only James would be comfortable enough to use it. It was one of the harder things for Janice to do and it was one of the last layers of her James coat. “I will James. Give this card to your wife and tell her to be there tomorrow at 9am.” She said handing James a business card that read BB’s Nursery and Daycare and had the address and the name of the current Nursery Director Ms. Valentine. “The day care van will be there to pick up Tommy at 11:00 am. Take the time to reassure Tommy that everything will be ok. If you wish to tell him you went through something like this when you got in trouble with the law go ahead. Above all stress that it is important for him to do as he is told and things will go much easier for him. “Don’t give him any hints on what is coming. He won’t understand.” She reached up and stroked James‘s cheek and said “Don’t worry everything will be ok.” With that last statement she gently pushed him out the door. +++++++++++++++++++++ James walked home with a heavy heart. He was scared but he also knew that Nanny (always Nanny in his mind anyway) would take care of Tommy. He refused to let memories of those days at BB’s overwhelm him. He had to be strong for April. He opened the door and was immediately slammed into by a slightly hysterical April. “I have been waiting for you, what took so long?” she cried as she wrapped him up tight. He led her to the couch were they sat in almost a complete reverse of his time at Mrs. Nelson’s house. He held her tight and ran his fingers through her long blond hair. His turn give comfort and love. He kissed a few tears away. “Tommy failed his sobriety test. I guess he must have been drinking at some graduation event or something. Combine that with the accident and he is lucky he’s not spending the night in Jail” James states with a sigh. “I don’t believe it. Tommy is not some wild boy out drinking it up. They probably don’t know how use the damn breathalyzer. Just trying to make an example out a new high school graduate.” She spat venomously. “The test was administered by Rick. He is the only reason that Tommy is not downtown spending the night” James interjected before April could get deep into one of her patented diatribes. “He was going to be charged with a DUI, reckless driving and destruction of private property. Rick told me that they usually haul you in for the night.” “This will end his scholarship! Tommy will be devastated when he wakes up tomorrow.” She cried and started sobbing in James’s arms. Janice pulled her James coat tighter and held her as she wept. “Edna made a call and worked out a deal with Judge Sanderson. Tommy will need to do a summers worth of community service to pay off the property damages. He will have to work at some nursery and daycare Edna is part owner of. He will get paid wages which will be applied to what he owes. As long as he participates as directed the charges will be dropped and he will be off to Stanford. No record of any kind.” He said squeezing her tightly. “It won’t be a carefree easy summer but it beats the alternative.” April’s sobs slowly stopped and she said “Edna took care of it? She reached out on her own and took care of Tommy for us? God I love that women!” She paused and continued “You know I used to be jealous of Edna. You were always helping her out and spending time with her. I resented all the time she got with you that I didn’t. Over time I realized that you were good for each other and that she needed someone too.” She kissed James and smiled. “Let’s get some sleep. I will talk to Tommy in the morning and you need to meet Edna tomorrow at 9am. I left the business card on the table” He said pulling her to her feet. They moved through the house in a familiar routine. Checking doors, feeding the cat and shutting down the lights. Later they laid in bed in a familiar spoon position. Sleep came slowly for James as Janice’s fears needed to be tamped down again. She knew Tommy would be ok, Nanny promised. But she also knew it would be hard and weird for the boy. She also wanted to go see Tina but knew her grown up size and maleness confused her and she did want to upset her. He sighed and slipped into a dreamless sleep. +++++++++++++++++++ After James left Edna closed the door and sank to her knees. She felt a little badly for Tommy but he did break the law and damage her car. But those were minor issues. She had a growing problem and Tommy was going to be the answer. Leaning against the closed door she spilled more than a few tears of her own for the two boys whose lives they permanently changed so long ago. Janice and Tina was their responsibility even if it wasn’t truly their fault. If she ever found that bastard doctor that ran the experiment she would kill him. Damn the consequences! (This is Chapter 1. I hope to have many parts as we follow Tommy’s summer of fun and find out what happened to James/Janice and who Tina is. And see how April is going to react to Tommy becoming Tammi Lee. This is my first story and I appreciate any feedback (CCApril@Proton.me). I would also like to call out three of my favorite authors from Fictionmania/Daily Diaper. They have written great stories and inspired me to give it a shot. Thank you Mary Beth Sanford, Baby Sofia and Princess Phoebe. I hope you enjoy my stories a fraction as much as I have theirs. Also I have never played a psychologist on TV and I did not stay at a Holiday Inn last night. I’m just trying to write a fun story. If Janice/James personality is upsetting and/or its inaccuracy offends you please feel free to move on.)

Michael P.V Hi, my name is Michael and I'm 8 years old. I live in a small city called Nul, which has only 2000 people. It's in the Goran princedom. I'm like the boss at my school, you know? Even the girls are scared of me. That just shows how tough I am because here in Goran, the women are in charge. Nobody can boss me around, not even my mom or my older sister. I do whatever I want. I have complete control over my life. Today, the teacher got mad at me because I was late for class. But when I talked back to her, she kicked me out of the classroom. So, I got really mad and started throwing stones at the school windows. The principal saw me and she was super angry. She grabbed my arm and dragged me to her office. Then, she called my mom. "Mrs. Tyuli? Hi! I'm miss Asiyor the principal of your son's school. I'm really sorry to bother you for the third time this week," I overheard her saying. "Of course, I'll wait for you here!" she said before hanging up the phone. (if you are interested you can contact me privately)

Prologue (part 1) Hi, my name is Antony! I'm nine years old and I live in Oxer, a little town in Goran princedom near the sea. You know what I don't like about this place? The women are in charge and they make all the decisions. They call it "Matriarchy" but I don't really understand what that means. All I know is that I don't like it. I hate being treated like a baby by my classmates. I don't like it when my teacher checks my underwear to make sure I didn't have any accidents. I mean, come on, I can control myself! And I definitely don't like having a teacher assistant accompany me to the bathroom and watch me like I'm a little boy learning to use the potty. It's embarrassing! My mommies say I'm just going through a rebellious phase and that it will pass, but I don't agree with them. I will never like something that I don't like! This morning, I had a brilliant plan to skip school with my friends. We wouldn't learnt anything useful anyway, so we decided to go to the skatepark instead. We were using our skates on the sidewalk to go faster when suddenly, I saw a lady in my path. I tried to avoid her, but I ended up falling onto a greengrocer stand. Oops! Hey there, kiddo! I only remember that I hurt my hand so bad, it made me cry like a waterfall. But guess what? A super nice lady police officer came to the rescue! She took me to her cool police car and let me sit in the back seat. While her friend talked to the angry lady, Officer Koll, that's what she called herself, checked out my hand. She thought my finger might be broken and said we should go to the hospital. But then I got worried that my mommy would find out I skipped school, so I shook my head. Officer Koll understood my fear and said, “Listen, little one, I get that you're scared of your mommy's punishment, but going home like this will make her even more scared. Don't you think that would be worse?” And that's how she convinced me to go with them to the first aid. The doctors took a look at my hand and then went somewhere I couldn't see to talk quietly. While the nurses were treating my scrapes and cuts, I really wanted to suck my thumb, but I stopped myself when the doctors came into my room and told me they needed to take some pictures of my hand. When we were done, I left the room and saw my mommies walking towards me. Mommy Lydia gave me my stuffed koala, Puf, to hug and help me calm down. Normally, I wouldn't take Puf outside, but this time I really needed him, so I hugged him tightly. "Listen, Antony," Mommy Stephanie called me. "A doctor will come here and give you a little shot to make you fall asleep." She told me this just before a nurse and a doctor entered the room where I was. The nurse made me wear a diaper and explained that it was necessary for the surgery. Then I went into a strange room where the doctor gave me a shot and I slowly fell asleep.

Antony, 9 years old, had decided to spend the day with his friends a group of rowdies widely disliked by the residents of the area. While they weren't a violent group, the most serious offense committed by them was drawing graffiti, none of them appreciated being looked down upon, especially by the Gorian women, and officers often annoyed them for simply walking on the sidewalk. What else can you expect in such a harshly matriarchal society? They weren't really violent or dangerous kids, in fact no one in the neighborhood feared them or considered them dangerous for some reason, but the women who had have to deal with them considered them very rude, but they weren't bad boys. He and his small group of friends simply lived the entire Gorian context with a lot of intolerance, because It left them no prospects for the future. Antony had had tried to talk about this topic with his mommies but he didn't succeeded to explain his frustration and he had argued with them, feeling bad for two weeks because it. He was a sensitive child after all. However, a day he and his friends decided to skip the school to go to play skateboard, but to avoid to invest a woman fell on the goods on display in a greengrocer's shop, ruining all the goods. The shop owner denounced him and his friends the judge summoned their legal guardians, along with Antony's mom and her girlfriend, deciding to enroll him and his friends in a re-education program for unruly boys. Some days later, Nanny Alexandra, the designated nanny for Antony's re-education, rang the doorbell of Antony's house and was welcomed in a very cordial way by Antony's mom and her girlfriend. (if you are interested you can contact me privately) (this is Antony) this is nanny Alexandra

This roleplay is about when Perry the platypus is forced into a diaper by the Nanny-Inator in the episode the Baljeatles originally he escapes by wetting his diaper but this time he actually gets caught and gets his diaper changed and trapped more so Perry must escape the Nursery a different way while the Nanny-Inator watches him and treats him more and more like a baby, full diaper usage is allowed if wanted to, and we can go over any other rules and add things if you want to you can choose to be the Nanny-Inator, or Perry the platypus

(Hi! I would like resume this roleplay keeping tones and the tags of the first part. Is someone interested?) Samuel is a spolit and rude 10 years old boy, whom his mother can not longer ménage. One afternoon in which he come home during school hours accompanied by a police man, because he was accused of stealing a videogame, his mother decided that it’s too mutch. Then she search someone who give her some advice about how to correct her mistakes in the boy’s education. Some hours after nunny Alexandra responds to their ad proposing a particular educational system. (I'd like play the role of Samuel, I can play nanny Alexandra role too if you want, the role play start with Samuel who is accompanied by a policeman in front of the door of his house. Please don't write short answer but be descriptive) P.S.

I think building tension in stories is the best way to excite the reader.

Hello everyone, I'm hoping someone here could answer a question for me. I'm new to the abdl world. I responded to a nanny job posting a few months back and it turned out to be for an adult baby. I'm very open minded so Ive accepted the position, but I cant help but feel that I should have asked for a higher salary. So, my question is, how much should an abdl nanny be paid? Is there an average hourly amount? I'm not trying to take advantage, but I would like a fair amount. Plus, he is quite a difficult baby. Thank you everyone!

My name is Catherine Leigh Doyle. I am ten years old i grew up in dallas texas my parents names are emily and john. My mother is a very nice person bu dose not have alot of free time which is why i have a nanny her name is maria. My father is the ceo of a bank he works all the time even at home.

curious what the going rate would be to visit a nanny or babysitter.

Amy and the strange nursery Amy watch as the Doctor run around the tardis console pushing buttons or just slamming things, her husband Rory was throwing darts. She was bored! Amy went up to the doctor as he was tiring wires together. 'Doctor where are we going?' The Doctor gave her a smile 'don't know, been playing with the randomiser, we could be anywhere in time and space isn't that fun?' Amy groaned, she decided to play darts when the tardis landed. 'Ok where are we now?' Said Rory walking up The doctor notices some strange readings but Amy just walked out the door, 'Amy wait!' Screamed the doctor but the door slammed behind Amy and the tardis started teleporting. Amy tried to get back in but it disappeared. 'Oh great' said Amy as she started getting cold, 'why do I have to wear a skirt today?' She walked around when she notice a building, she quickly walk towards it and open the door. 'Oh it's so warm' she said as she shut the door, she found a switch which she pressed to light up the room. She found herself in some sort of giant nursery, there were cribs, toys, change tables even adult nappies. Amy saw some pictures on the walls of pictures drawn by babies. Amy chuckled, 'what sort of place is this?' She then went to the change table, it looked big enough to lay on it, probably have my nappy changed..... Amy stop, what was she thinking, she's too old for nappies and she can go to the bathroom just fine. She decided to wait here until the Doctor could get her. She sat on the table waving her legs, she notice a button next to her, Amy know not to press it but she was too curious, beside it won't hurt anyone. Amy pressed the button and the table started to rubble. Amy tried to hop off but two metal arms grab her and pin her down on the table, Amy screamed as more arms started to pull her skirt. "Change time for the baby" it said as Amy saw it took off her skirt. The metal fingers went to the sides as it took her panties off, 'stop it' said Amy but it grab baby powder and powdered her privates, Amy watch as it pulled out a adult diaper, Amy gulp in fear but strangly she was looking forward to this. The arms lift her legs as it slid the nappy under her. As soon as it was taped and fitted snugly around her the arms went away and Amy sat up to look at her nappy. Amy couldn't help but giggle as she poked the plastic. She got off the table and stand wobbly as the nappy were spreading her legs apart. 'Great, I'm diapered and bored' she said, but she notice the toys, it wouldn't hurt to play at least for an hour right? She waddle to the toys, sat on her diaper ass and started playing. She made noises as she played with the stuff toys, she took her jacket off, leaving her in her pink shirt as she crawled towards the blocks, Amy build a tower, getting it as high as she could, when a robot walked in the room. Amy yelped as the robot pick her up, "time for num nuns" it said as it carried Amy towards a adult high chair. It put Amy in, tied a bib around her neck as the robot started feeding her baby food. Amy ate as the food mush around her mouth, 'oh this is soooo good' she moan as the robot continued to feed her. Amy ate and made a mess on her bib and shirt as she greedily gulp the food down. Once he robot was done it took the bib and Amy's shirt off, it then took her bra off, leaving Amy sitting topless on the high chair. The robot took Amy off and place it cold hand down Amy's nappy. "Time for a nappy change" it said as it carried Amy to the table. Amy couldn't help but smiled, she can't denies that she's been looking forward to this. As the robot took her nappy off, it powdered Amy and try to put a clean one on but Amy just waved her legs, laughing as the robot tried to put the nappy on her. The metal arms came back as it held her legs down and the robot taped up the nappy. 'Awww you got me' said Amy, the robot thenulled out a pacifier and put it in her mouth. Amy suckled as the paci is making her tired. The robot carried her to the crib and place her in. Amy slept as the robot left. Amy suck her thumb as her diaper began to expand, a horrible smell arose as Amy mess her nappy. Once Amy woke up, she feels the back of her nappy as the poop mush against her ass. 'Strange I didn't need to go! She said as she got on her knees, her head above the rails. 'Hello! I need a nappy change!' Arms from the table started to extend as it pick Amy up, it laid Amy on the table and started changing her messy diaper. Amy started blowing spit bubbles out of boredom as the machine wiped her ass. Amy watch as the arms put her messy nappy in the bin and powdered her privates. It then taped a new clean nappy around her waist as it put Amy on the floor. Amy looked around the nursery, sure she like being pampered this way but she needs to find Rory and the Doctor, she got up and waddle towards to door, she tried to open it but it wouldn't budge. 'Childlock?' Said Amy 'ok it's been fun but I really need to leave' she shook the door, she bang on the door until the robot came back. It lifted Amy up by the armpits and held her, "warning, baby should not bang on the door" it said 'Buzz off tin can, I am not a baby!' Amy tried to get off but the robot won't let go, Amy started hitting it but hurt her hand. "Baby is being nitty, baby must be punished" it said as it went to a chair, it sat down as it laid Amy on its lap. Amy felt scared as she felt her nappy ripped off, leaving her naked as the day she was born. Amy struggled until the robot started smacking her ass. 'Owwwww!' Moan Amy as the metal spankings continued, 'please stop! I'm not a baby! I'm a grown women!' The robot continued, Amy started to cry like a baby as she thrashed around, shaking her arms and legs as the robot continued to smack her sore ass. When the spanking stop the robot lift Amy up, Amy still crying like a baby, started to suck her thumb as the robot carried her to the table as it placed a new nappy on her. Amy sobbed as the robot bridal carry her and started rocking her. Then the robot pulled out a bottle of milk, Amy tried to fight but the bottle was force into her mouth. Amy started drinking the milk. Amy drank until the bottle was empty, the robot put her over its shoulder and pat her back, making Amy let out a big burp, milk dribble down her mouth. Thrombotic wiped her mouth and place her on the ground, then it went through a door and disappeared. Amy started pulling at the nappy, but she can't take it off. 'Where are you doctor?' She said as she gave up and sit cross leg on the ground. Amy got up and walk to the robot door, she try to find a switch or something but it won't open. Amy then got an idea. She pulled out her messy nappy out of the bin and gagged as she went to the door. 'Did I really made this much of a mess?' Said Amy as she threw the nappy away, causing the robot to come out to clean it, leaving Amy to quickly go through the door. She ran but she fell, so instead she started drawing as fast as she could. She crawl into a room where she saw cameras of her in the nursery, 'Woah this is creepy' she said but the robot found her. Amy tried to run but the robot grab her, "baby will be punished now" 'No please' screamed Amy as she struggled until the robot deactivated. Amy started as the doctor and Rory came running in. 'Amy thank goodness, I see you found the vexones nursery, shouldn't go in there by the way' said the doctor as she notice Amy's nudity and cover his eyes. 'Amy are you all right?' Asked Rory 'Do I look all right?' Said Amy pointing at the nappy 'I've been treated like a baby for hours!' 'Yeah the vexones is the galaxy's nursery pros, they make a nursery for anyone' said the doctor, when Rory gave Amy his jacket to cover her breast the doctor removed his hand 'ok long story, the tar dis was forcefully being taken with us in it. We escaped, defeat the vexones and save you, now let's go before this planet blows up' the doctor started running with the ponds behind him to the tardis. As they escape and the planet exploded the doctor decide to take them to Vegas, Amy went to her room to change. As she put her bra and shirt on and about to remove the nappy, she remembers how good it feels around her waist, she pulled her pants over the nappy, deciding that she could wear for a few more hours. The end

Chapter 1 Billie Piper sat in the kitchen feeding her baby son, Eugene in his High chair as her other son Winston was at school. Billie sighed as she put the empty baby food down and put Eugene down in his playpen. 'Man, I need some help around here' her husband was off in Africa shooting a movie, and Billie can't find time between acting and lookinafter her kids. As she sat on the couch and put on the TV, a ad came on. "Behold mothers! Tired of taking care of your children without any time for yourself? We'll get the new Robot Nanny! So you don't have to worry about leaving your kids with an untrustworthy babysitter, you can just set the dial on it and it does the rest! So you can enjoy a nice day with your husband! Get the Robot Nanny NOW!" Billie looked at the number on the screen and started dialing it now. Hours later the package arrived in a human size box. Once Billie open it, the robot nanny rolled out. Billie looked at it, it has the face of a 21 one year old, wearing a maid outfit and extendable arms. Billie read the instruction manual, 'ok I got to give it pictures of my kids for it to know who is the children' semis simple enough, Billie grab a picture of her at the beach with Winston and Eugene sitting next to her. Billie admired the way she looks in that red bikini, all the guys were staring at her that day, she insert the picture in the robot's mouth. The nanny downloaded the picture in her data banks as it determines the ages of the children. Then it start scanning the people in the picture. Winston James Age 6 the oldest of the children and goes to school. Eugene Fox Age 2 still a baby and started potty training Billie Piper Age 1 youngest of the children It looked at Billie, scanning her white top and sweat pants Baby Billie not wearing suitable clothing, must have gotten into her mothers closet The nanny started rolling around the house, Eugene stared in awe as Billie smiled, maybe it's working! 'Ok Nanny!' She called out to her, the Nanny turned towards her, 'take care of my kids while I go out with friends!' The nanny looked as Billie went to her bedroom to change. It started going through her programming. Parents not found. Winston at school. Eugene and Billie left alone. Job: take care of children till parents arrived Billies came out, wearing a sunflower dress as she grab her purse and walked to the door when the Nanny blocked her way. 'Ummm. What are you doing?' Asked Billie as she lowered her sun glasses 'Billie not allowed to go outside by herself' Annouced the Nanny 'Uh yes I can, I'm the mother!' 'Incorrection! Billie is a one year old baby and must be taken care of until parents arrived' the Nanny took her purse and put them on the table. Billie started to get a little mad, 'Nanny! I'm the parent and I'm telling you to take care of the children while I'm away!' She yelled at the tin can Billie yelped as the Nanny picked her up. 'What are you doing?' Shrieked Billie as the nanny started bridle carrying her to Eugene's nursery, 'put me down this instead now!' She screamed but the Nanny just held her as Billie struggled and thrash and kick, trying to get off but it just held her tight as they entered the nursery. The Nanny sat Billie on the change table, Billie try to get off but it just held her tight and place a pasi in her mouth. 'Now relax' it said as it laid Billie down, she spat out the pasi as she sat back up, 'Nanny! Who is the parent here!' The Nanny went through her files, 'Laurence Fox and Billie Piper' 'Yes!' Yelled Billie happily 'They have three kids, Winston James age 6, Eugene Fox age 2 and Billie Piper age 1' 'No!' Yelled Billie, then she reliaze her mistake with the photo, 'oh no you tin can! It's the kids in the photo you have to babysit, not me as well!' But the nanny just shush her as it stared to pull up her dress. 'Hey what are you doing?!' Yelled Billie as she try to pull her dress down. 'Billie needs to be in her own clothes, can't go through her mummy's clothes' it as as it continues to pull the dress off but Billie just keep grabbing it, they fought over the dress when they accidentally ripped it. RIIIIIIIIIIIIIPED!!! Billies started in shock and sadness as her dress was ripped from her body, leaving her in her bra and panties. The nanny just shook her head, 'Notty notty, now I just have to replace this before your mummy finds out' 'But it's my dress, my beautiful dress' sulked Billie as she covered her naked body. The nanny just threw the dress in the bin as it proceed to grab her bra. 'Oh no you don't' said Billie as she struggled but the nanny just wrap her tightly with its arms as it manage to in hook it and take it away, leaving Billie's breasts exposed. Billies quickly cover her breasts, 'are you malfunctioning or something? What happens it my sons sees me like this?' She quickly looked out the door, hoping Winston doesn't come home now, or Eugene getting out of his playpen looking for her. The nanny threw the bra on the ground as it grab the sides of her panties. 'NO!!' Shrieked Billie as she kick the robot, but hurting her foot in the process as it can't feel pain. It laid the kicking and screaming Billie on the change table as it started pulling down her panties. Billie sobbed as she try to grab her panties but the nanny just hit her hands away as it pulled her panties off her long legs and discarded it to the ground. Billies laid on her son's changing table, where she change Winston and Eugene on. She looked up at the Nanny, who was pulling out a diaper and enlarging it with her ray, making it into a giant baby diaper! Billie screamed as she rolled off the table and started running out of the nursery, she doesn't care if she's completely naked she just had to get out of here! But the nanny was too fast for her as it grab her belly and held her up, Billie shrieked as her bare ass touch the cold surface of her uniform, as it carried her back in the nursery and back on the table. Billies screamed and kicked and hit and cried but it was no use, she spotted the diaper laying open on the table as the nanny sat on down on the padded surface. Billies gave up, her hands and feet was sore from the hitting and she was tired as the nanny lift up her legs and powdered her privates. Then the diaper was taped up around her naked waist. Billie looked at the mirror at herself. Sitting on her sons changing table, wearing nothing but a big diaper, she looks exactly like a baby right now. Billie cried as she was lifted up by the Nanny and carried put of the nursery.