Freddysghost - Baby Nami

The next series of captions I wrote! All about a new mysterious virus infecting young adults across the world. Got inspired by an actual flu epidemic that took place on my college campus. Art credit goes to Rocket Manatee 

In the clinically white and eerily quiet nursery space, the two near strangers who had been held here for the past week stood nervously avoiding eye contact with each other and tonight’s nanny. Both captives wore footed onesies that gathered loosely around their legs and arms but pressed tightly against their bulky diapers, accentuating the thick padding they were imprisoned in. With the insufferable glee that all nannies here oozed, the nanny stared them down and asked, “You’re good girls, right?”

Neither of the girls took their eyes off the floor, but the more compliant of the pair, with her pink onesie and ribbons in her hair, who had warranted the harsher training on the first day after her lengthy fight to escape, nodded her head and squeaked an attempt at agreement. The subtlest change in the nanny’s stance sent a shiver through the silent girl all in blue and caused her companion to squirm in an attempt to shrink away into herself and out of sight.

“Ah ah ah, you weren’t going to speak there, were you?” Probed the nanny with unabashed delight in the reactions from across the room. When the girl in pink proved to be paralysed in adorable panic, the nanny broke the silence by continuing the questioning with, “Do I need to find something to keep your mouth too busy to talk?”

This conjured up memories of mouth soaping and unrelenting pacifier gags in the poor girl who had only tried to confirm her unquestioning submission to her nanny. She felt such powerful dread at the thought of these punishments that her eyes watered, her bottom lip trembled and a sudden and surprising rush of pee flowed into her diaper. Once she started peeing she couldn’t stop but that was a minor concern and didn’t hold her attention for more than a second. Her quick thinking and desperation lead her to fling her hand up to her mouth and slip her thumb between her lips. As much as it was a solution to the proposal she had been given, it was already a solidly ingrained comforting method that she now used when afraid or upset. Luckily her thumb sucking proved a perfect response for her nanny’s desire to quieten her.

“Aww, clever girl,” The nanny ecstatically praised the degraded and defeated girl as she desperately sucked her thumb and held back tears of worry and humiliation.

“You just keep your thumb in your mouth until I say so, ok?” This time there was no audible response whatsoever, just a tiny nod and a nervous, uncomfortable shuffle which the nanny put down to embarrassment, not being aware of the true, soggy reason.

With all this attention focused on one half of the captive duo, the other girl trapped in this nightmare had remained rigid and silent at her crib-mate’s side. She was internally chanting an unintelligible mantra based on a plea that the nanny wouldn’t shift focus to her. Despite her manifesting, almost praying to remain unnoticed, she was suddenly under the chilling gaze of the bubbly nanny who now made a demand of her.

“Give your baby friend a hug so she doesn’t get upset,” the nanny commanded in the usual delightful and sharp manor they all maintained. She hadn’t been broken the way her counterpart had since she had given in to the inescapable control of this place within hours of finding herself trapped in the infantile prison. Just as she would with any order given to her, she immediately obeyed her nanny and sidled over to the other trembling girl and gently slid her arms around her waist to hold her close. Instantly they both felt a tender warmness from the contact. This kind of closeness was deeply relieving in contrast to the way they were both so frequently touched by nannies who couldn’t be held back or reasoned with and had complete access to any part of them they wished. Physical touch with each other may still have been out with their control, but it wasn’t intrusive the way the nannies were. They were equally powerless here.

“That’s perfect! You two stay right there while I bring in the nice people who want to play with you. Don’t move a muscle,” The nanny almost sang the threatening instruction as sweetly as ever, inflicting painful anxiety on both captives. They had become very aware that this isolated torment they had been enduring was only the training and conditioning process before they began fulfilling their intended purpose. The exact nature of what would come next for them was unclear, but they both understood they would be confined to this life of babyhood from now on and every person they encountered would treat them like helpless babies or powerless playthings. As they stayed fixed to the spot, the nanny span around on one graceful leg to stroll out of the nursery area and fetch the infamous visitors. Before taking a step, an afterthought occurred to the nanny. Turning back to lock a sly gaze on the girls, the nanny added, “I’m sure I don’t need to say that your diapers better not be dry when they get in here. It’s silly, Of course neither of you could be dry right now. But still, it’s important to me you understand that.”

In unison, the girls shyly and shamefully flicked their eyes up to look at their nanny. Perhaps both of them were wet already. Perhaps not. As the nanny crossed the threshold and left the two babies alone in the nursery, they both stiffly stood absolutely still as their groins and bottoms grew warm.

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“Where did you even get this stuff from?” Lisas question was met with two proud smiles: “Oh, sweetheart, everybody is able to go to the pharmacy and buy some incontinence products. It’s neither illegal, nor complicated!” Karla explained. “And where did you get an adult sized, pink t-shirt that has Pampers written on it? Did you get that from the pharmacy as well?” Beatrice sighed. “No reason to be sarcastic sweetheart. The tshirt was a lucky coincidence, we got it from a second hand store. Can we explain our rules now?” “There’s rules?” Lisa screeched. “Isn’t it enough that I’m dressed like an actual toddler?” “Relax.” Karla made an effort to speak as reassuringly as possible. “It’s not that different from what we have done before. It’s just a little less on the bdsm side. Trust me, I think you’ll actually like it.” “Now if you would allow me to further explain how you’ll spend your week with us,” Beatrice cut her off, “we could save ourselves from a lengthy discussion. We have actually put a lot of thought in these rules Lisa, and I think you’ll realise that they incorporate a lot of the kinks that you have shown to enjoy. You know, denial, omorashi, public humiliation. Now I’ll just start, and you listen closely, alright?

Your diaper is off limits. You are not allowed to touch it, and you are not allowed to reach into it.

The toilet is off limits. You’re wearing these things for a reason.

Expect punishments when you don’t follow our orders. They will differ a lot from the punishments you have received so far, but you will not enjoy them, that’s for sure.

You are not allowed on our bed anymore. We’ve set up a crib next to us, you’ll sleep in there.

When we’re at home, you are not allowed to cover your diaper. When we are in public, that doesn’t mean that you aren’t our little girl anymore. We will however allow you to wear short skirts and dresses, as long as they look childish enough.

That’s basically it. Any questions before we’re going shopping? Remember, you also signed the contract again, so discussions are kind of pointless.”

Shame these folks aren’t around anymore. Great content.

Michael sat on the blanket wearing a super cute outfit and drinking cum from his bottle. His outfit consisted of a diaper, a cute spotty onesie, shortalls, rainbow thigh high socks and little shoes. It was a perfect look for him, completed by the smell of the stinky poopy mess in the seat of his diaper. It had been a couple of hours since he had pushed the squishy load into his diaper and it had gotten cold now so it didn’t feel as nice any more. But Michael was just a baby and had no way of getting out of the diaper unless Daddy wanted it off him. At this moment Daddy appeared, walking into the room, holding a new diaper and baby powder in his hand. “Time to change baby’s diaper!” Daddy said excitedly as he walked towards Michael. Michael giggled behind his bottle. “You like that bottle don’t you little baby?” Daddy said as he stood above Michael. The bottle was filled with a mixture of cum from Daddy’s big cock and cum from Michael’s little clitty. Michael loved his bottle. It tasted so good. Daddy knelt down and laid Michael down on his back. Michael giggled as Daddy took his shoes off and began to take his shortalls off too. It was time for a diaper change and maybe if Michael was very lucky, Daddy would fuck him while he changed him.