All characters depicted are 18+. This story contains the following themes: ABDL, diapers (wetting & messing), hypnosis, and other kink-related content.
Bridget soon learned that apologizing to Governess wasn’t enough to nullify Emma’s docket of punishments. The spankings, lines, swaddling, constant monitoring, and more continued for the rest of that fifth day. Governess’ comments towards “Emma” seemed to indicate that maybe she had tried the “reformed” act before, so she wasn’t going to fall for this routine again. Nevertheless, Bridget stuck to her word and took it all in stride. She thanked her Governess for each wallop, held her mouth wide open for her bottles, pacifiers, and even soap, and waited patiently for her work to be checked on her lines.
As she sniffled and quietly endured through each punishment, Bridget considered that behaving like a good girl was the easiest way out of this nightmare. She had no escape plan yet, but maybe if Governess let her guard down, she could do something! The devilish toddler had managed to shut her down before, so there must be a way for her grown-up butt to do it too…right?!
But as she lay on her back, getting prepped for bed, she wondered what she could really do. Her ankle was still hurting, her booties had no grip, her hands were useless…as were her voice commands. Not that it mattered, having a pacifier locked in place constantly. There were no sharp objects in her nursery either, everything now being baby-proofed. No, all Bridget could do was listen to Nanny’s mantra of being a good girl over and over on her headphones as she fell into a deep sleep for the night. At least she beat the “supplements” rumbling in her tummy on time this time. But there had to be some way out of this…
Waking up the next day, the routine began anew. She was changed then dressed in a much-too-short blue babydoll dress with a white peter-pan collar and bow atop her head. Restricted as usual, Bridget waited to see what her first punishment of the day would be…but Governess just stood there. Her eyes weren’t red or green, but simply flickering, usually a sign that she was processing information! Not wanting to tempt fate, Bridget patiently waited in front of the mechanical woman fiddling with the hem of her dress.
*Ding* The bot’s eyes flashed green. “Well, well my sweet baby Emma. You’ve been such a good girl lately, that I think we can pause your punishments for today. You still have -MISSING INTEGER- punishments left, but how about your favorite show for a little bit?”
Bridget’s eyes widened as she couldn’t believe her luck, she finally earned some screentime! She bounced with excitement while Nanny walked back to her station and brought back her tablet, the sole screen in the room. Sitting on the floor, she pulled Bridget onto her lap. As Nanny navigated several menus, Bridget could see that there were a few notifications available. For now, though, she couldn’t see what they were for as Nanny pulled up a popular children’s show.
After sitting through endless rounds of discipline, Bridget was enthralled by the show! She watched colorful mascots run around while a sun with a baby face smiled over them. None of it really made much sense but after a few minutes, she couldn’t help but smile and giggle. It took a while to realize she was enjoying herself immensely, finally getting to have the Little experience she desired! She even allowed herself to get comfortable on Nanny’s lap, laying her head against her warm body.
“Well, well, it looks like my temperamental toddler can be a sweetpea some-”. The doorbell rang downstairs, startling Bridget. “Oh my, it looks like your new toys have come in dear! You behave and stay here while I get that.”
Bridget was placed on the ground, with the tablet continuing to play her show. She couldn’t believe her luck! She didn’t like the fact that Nanny was able to order anything, considering she has full access to Bridget’s credit card, but she’ll take the opportunity! She waited until Nanny left the room, the door clicking shut, before she began moving.
Crawling towards the door, she reached up and tried to turn the knob. She couldn’t get a grip with her padded mittens but also noticed the knob was new. Holding back a curse even though Nanny was gone, she realized the bot had locked her in the nursery. Spotting the original Emma’s boxes, she hurried towards them. Hoping to find some handy tool, she dug through piles of clothes, toys, and more useless baby stuff…all to no avail. The only metal objects were snaps, locks, and a leash she found. That was probably just mixed in from a pet anyway, she thought.
Heart pounding, she crawled back to the tablet. It was her last chance. As the show kept playing simple tunes, mindless babbling, and laughing, Bridget pawed at the screen. Like any other touch screen, it seemed to need heat or physical touch to do anything. Her stupid mittens were preventing her from even pausing the show! Not that she wanted to…it was just getting good.
Shaking her head, Bridget tried something different. She placed the tablet flat on the ground and slid the side of her face on it. Getting back up, she saw that she’d slid down the notification menu! Beaming at her genius baby idea, she looked over the menu.
There were dozens of notifications! Scanning over them, she could see there were various updates available for several of Nanny’s features…and others that seemed to be in some sort of glitched script. So she couldn’t tell what half of them were for. Nowhere could she spot a handy “SHUT DOWN” icon, which she knew was asking for a lot but still pouted anyway. That’s when she heard the distant click clack of Nanny’s heels coming up the stairs.
Panicking, she scanned over her various options again. Bridget saw one icon with readable text that stood out to her. It simply read, “Accept All Updates and Changes”. Gulping, she realized she might be getting into more trouble for herself, but maybe this would update her nannybot to a state she could handle? Pressing the side of her face against the tablet, she accepted whatever fate would throw at her and hope for the best. After hitting the icon, the tablet refreshed itself, displaying a progress meter and no other information. Bridget felt a bit of regret knowing she had just lost her screentime.
Right then is when she heard the doorknob click…then a pause. Staring at the door, it stood still for several minutes before Nanny walked through. Her eyes were flickering again, which meant that maybe the update went through. Strutting towards Bridget, Nanny’s eyes kept changing color until they finally settled on green.
“Updates in progress. Note to owner: I will run in Nan-Nan-Gover-ver-ny m-m-mode for the time being and gain back access to other functions once updates are complete. Time to completion: -INTEGER MISSING-. Nan-verness cannot change current orders for her current charge, such as discipline schedule and parameters. Please use your original authentication code with voice commands if you wish to shut me down. Any additional children will be catered to by the base Babysitter mode.”
“Well, that shutdown code would have been good to get from Emma’s mommy…”, thought Bridget. “At least I won’t get spanked for n-”. Her thoughts were cut off by Nanny stuffing her mouth with her pacifier, before it was strapped behind her head. Confused by this, Bridget looked up at Nanny to see her eyes flickering again, only they kept swapping between red and green. She gulped, realizing that she absolutely needed to keep being good or Governess might come out.
“Let’s get you fed, then we can play a game of- stand in the corner while you reflect on your behavior. Once that’s done we can- play in your bouncer while we learn our ABCs!” Bridget was lifted into Nanny’s arms, hoping that she wouldn’t accidentally trigger Governess for the rest of the day. All she wanted was her Nanny!
And so that’s how the rest of her day went, being jostled from play activity to punishment. Unsure of how long this Nanny-Governess nightmare combo would continue, she stuck to the good girl routine, once again enduring all the spankings that came her way. It’s not like it was difficult either, with the mantra running in her head constantly, it felt natural to be a good little girl for her Nanny…or Governess when she came out.
Resigned to her fate, she woke up the next morning in yet another loaded diaper, albeit without the swaddle this time. So, there was that. She lay there, suckling on her pacifier, remembering this was the last day of her “vacation”.
Would anyone at work do anything if she didn’t show up? Most of her friends were those from online ABDL communities, so no one would check up on her anytime soon. It would just be her and Nanny…or Governess. Hearing Nanny start up, she realized she absolutely needed to take whatever opportunity came her way today. Or else, she’d be stuck in her expensive pink diapers for much longer than she absolutely wanted to.
Luckily, a green-eyed Nanny picked her out of her crib this final morning. She sung to her charge, telling her what an adorable baby girl she was, and how they were going to have so much fun today. After laying her down on the changing table, Nanny sprung a surprise on her.
“I have a treat for you Emma! Your mother’s instructions indicate you LOVE going outside and I’ve ordered more equipment to help get you there, which came in yesterday. As a reward for being Nanny’s good little girl, how would you like to go to the park?”
Nanny beamed down at Bridget mid-diaper-change, who was working overtime to fight conflicted thoughts. This was her chance! She could get away from the automaton and get help…but that would mean going outside as an overgrown, diapered toddler. Her face was beet-red thinking about how embarrassing this could be…but what choice did she have? It was either continue being between her sweet Nanny and stern Governess…or risk being seen by a bunch of strangers and maybe her neighbors. She wouldn’t be able to look them in the eye anymore, but at least she kept to herself anyway…
She sighed after having her pacifier removed. “Pwease take me to the pawk, Nanny…” still lisping slightly from her swollen tongue.
“Wonderful, let’s get you ready!”
After being placed into a double diaper and enclosed in her locking plastic pants, “Emma” had a white, frilly blouse pulled over her head. The pink collar was laid flat before a pair of purple, skirted overalls went over the top and diapers. The front of the overalls was adorned by a massive heart. Unfortunately, after the straps were tightened and snapped shut, Bridget could tell that her bulging diapers would be hanging out for everyone to see. A pair of frilled knee-high socks were pulled up her legs, before a pair of pink shoes were strapped to her feet.
“I can get some traction with these shoes and make a run for it!” she thought wildly. Of course, her mittens were swapped out for another pair that better matched her outfit…but at least these had thumbs! Not that they seemed to be any more use though. Her hair was tied into a large ponytail before a large satin bonnet was placed on her head, sealing the fact that she would appear to others as an oversized baby.
Her pacifier stayed in, but once she got some help, it wouldn’t matter. Bridget thought they were ready until Nanny pulled her into a sitting position.
“Now, we’re going to the car. Luckily -MISSING OWNER- has already uploaded their license and given permission to drive their vehicle. I even got you a proper seat to ride in! Although you’re just a baby, you’ve gotten so big. We have to follow the rules, right my angel?”
Bridget nodded before she was picked up and walked out of her nursery. Even though she was losing more control over her life, at least uploading most of her personal information and documents was proving useful in the hands of Nanny. Those terms of service were lengthy...
She felt her heart pounding as they entered the garage, knowing that it was futile wiggling out of Nanny’s arms. She had a gentle, but firm grip on the diapered woman.
Nanny opened the door to her car, where there was in fact an oversized car seat already installed. “She moves fast while I’m napping,” thought Bridget. Groaning as she was fit into the thing, she felt several straps go around her arms, waist, and over her diapers. Once again, Nanny was great at keeping her charge restrained. Seating herself in the drivers seat, Nanny looked back at her in the rear-view mirror. Wiggling, it was clear she was unable to escape.
“Are you ready to go Emma?” Bridget gulped and thought for a few seconds before committing to her situation. She had to take the risk to get out of Nanny and Governess’ clutches. She slowly nodded to Nanny, who smiled and started the car.
She tried her best to focus on anything but the road while they drove. Unfortunately, that only made it more difficult to forget why she was embarrassed in the first place. Looking forward, she could see Nanny’s eyes reflected in the rear-view mirror. If she looked too long, Nanny might tell her what a sweet baby she’s being. Looking out the sides meant any passing car could see her face, which with her makeup holding strong, meant they were looking at the face of an adult woman…in a child’s seat. Looking down…well, she got a great view of her plastic covered, diapered crotch.
So she closed her eyes through most of the trip, keeping her head down. Hoping that the roads were empty and that everyone was at home today…even though she needed someone to help her today. Eventually, some slight jostling let her know that they had stopped. Peeking up and around, she gasped.
The park they were at was pristine, green, and clean. Everything was well-manicured, the water fountains probably served still and sparkling, and the playground was massive! The cars parked around them were expensive…and that’s when she realized they must be in the affluent area where she’d bought nannybot from that one lady.
She gave a sigh of relief, as they would have needed to travel far to get here. Less likely that she knew anyone here. It also meant she was stuck out here unless she got help…or gave in to her life as Nanny’s little girl.
Nanny got out and walked around to the trunk, instead of grabbing “Emma” first. Curious, Bridget heard some jangling after the trunk was closed and when her door was opened. She was unstrapped and on the edge of getting out the door when the automaton stopped her.
“I know you’re a runner, so this is for your own good.”
Bridget was confused as Nanny pulled something tight around her back…and then looped several thick straps around her waist. It took several seconds before she realized what they were for…it was a harness! She was being strapped into a baby harness! She whined as she saw the phrase “Naughty! Return to Nanny if Found” printed across the front in bright letters. She heard another snap behind her as a leash appeared in the mechanical woman’s hands.
“It’s time for your reward baby girl! Let’s start with the sandboxes, maybe you’ll make some friends.”
Looking at the sandbox in the distance, Bridget could see a few children playing along with, presumably, their mothers and caretakers. Gulping, she sat frozen in fear. This was her last chance, there was no escape otherwise…but it also meant being upfront about her situation to one of these grown-ups- err, adults. Beet-red, she sat on the edge of the seat, wondering whether she could really do this anymore.
“Well?” Sighing and gathering as much of her big girl energy as she could, Bridget nodded and began walking towards the sandbox. Nanny kept the leash short, so she had to take small steps in her too-small and unsteady shoes towards the play area. It made her so much more self-aware of the crinkling of her diaper, the bonnet grazing the side of her face, the click clack of Nanny’s heels, and the fact that she was a massive baby.
Almost to the sandbox, she saw one of the ladies turn their head…and her heart skipped a beat. She knew that woman. It was one of the HR ladies from her job, Queenie, what was she doing here?! Taking a quick look at the other ladies, that when it hit Bridget that most of the head HR people were sitting together!
Looking down and hoping that they didn’t recognize her, she toddled into the sandbox and sat down. She couldn’t look up out of sheer embarrassment and could hear some voices coming from their direction.
“No, no, noooooo,” she cried in her head. It’s not that she was intimidated by them or anything…but Bridget may have been short with Queenie when asking for her week off. She’d asked, rather politely, why the sudden desire to take a week off through email. Apparently it was protocol to go through one of the managers for longer requests. Bridget quickly responded, mostly out of panic, that it was her business and needed to know simply whether she had the leave of absence approved or not. Queenie continued to be cordial but the sweetness was gone from the email exchange.
“Maybe she won’t recognize me, yeah! Why would she? It was just an email anyway…” She was too focused on her thoughts and mindlessly pawed at the sand with her mittens. That’s when a shovel dropped in front of her.
Looking up, Bridget saw a smiling toddler. “Wanna play togethers?!” The kid was super cute and she immediately started digging, without waiting for a response. Bridget, dumbfounded, just nodded and began shoveling sand into the child’s bucket. She wasn’t sure what to do with Queenie being here, so she just focused on building a sandcastle.
“Good girl Emma, it’s so good to make new friends! Your mother would be so proud.”
This play went on for a while, with Bridget eventually losing herself in playing and actually having some fun. At least the kid wasn’t judging her for her outfit. After half an hour of digging, the kid suddenly got up and ran towards the women sitting together. She yelled something about snack time. Bridget admired their sandcastle for a bit before remembering herself. At that moment, Nanny pulled on her leash.
“Come here Emma, I know what you love even more than the sandbox!”
She was led, thankfully, away from the sitting women and towards a series of playground spring riders. They came in all colors and varieties of animals, as well as sizes. Nanny led her towards a giant pink unicorn…it must be “Emma’s” preferred animal.
“Upsies little one!”
Before she could react, Nanny easily lifted her up and onto the unicorn. Tying her leash to the handles, the nannybot began rocking the spring rider back and forth. Pleasantly surprised, Bridget found this quite fun! Or she would, if not for what happened next.
“Don’t worry dear, I know you want to keep playing with your new friend but let’s talk to her- err, babysitter first?” It was Queenie’s voice. Riding the unicorn, Bridget started sweating, trying to keep her eyes forward. She tried to will herself out of existence…to no avail.
“Oh my, a new friend for Emma? Her mother would be so happy, she has so few of them! Emma, say hello to the nice mommy.” A few seconds passed where “Emma” was frozen, hoping Queenie would just go away if she didn’t turn.
“Oh my, a shy one huh? It’s ok, let’s get a good look at my daughter’s new fri-,” Queenie popped herself in front of Bridget and the bouncing unicorn. Face-to-face, there was a long pause before the HR manager’s expression turn from sweet…to a sneer. “Oh. No wonder you’re shy…was it “Emma”? I was wondering why such a…big baby was here. Here I thought my own daughter was just being kind, inviting a potential new friend over…so this is the reason for your leave request huh? I can see why you didn’t want to give any details.”
Bridget couldn’t hide. She was stuck on top of a giant pink unicorn, looking directly into the face of someone who knew her. Dressed in diapers and too-short outfit. She couldn’t help but suckle on her pacifier for some comfort.
Pulling out her phone, Queenie used the pause to snap a few quick photos. “Well, I guess I know what you’re up to next time you ask for such a long leave. Ugh, you know, I’d be embarrassed for you but I’m actually jealous of the fact that you have a nannybot. What I wouldn’t give for someone to take care of my kid, daycare is so expensive even for me. I can’t find a good nanny myself nowadays. Well, anyway, so what do you have to say for yourself? Why are you willingly humiliating yourself like this?” Queenie reached for the strap of the pacifier, Bridget’s hopes rising!
“Emma’s mother has actually instructed me to use my Babysitting protocol for any of Emma’s potential playdates! She is available from 7am to 7pm, every day for an indefinite period of time.”
Queenie looked surprised, hovering her hand over the pacifier strap. “Wait…you’ll babysit my kid for me? Along with…Emma? For free?” Bridget looked distraught as Queenie moved her hand away, losing her chance at freedom.
“Why yes! Anything to get Emma more time with others. Would you like to pick some dates?” Nanny pulled out her tablet, but the screen was out of view for Bridget. As Queenie smiled and looked through the dates, she did something which horrified the diapered woman. She called out to the other ladies to come over.
They all excitedly crowded around the tablet once they got wind of free daycare from the nannybot. They were all informed that the Playdate protocol is very simple and cannot be altered. This comforted the women, some of whom looked over at Bridget, glad their kids wouldn’t end up like her. They’d have to be around both Nanny and the children, but it meant they were free to do other things while Nanny did all the work.
Once it was clear that the next month would be packed with playdates, Queenie turned to Bridget. “Well, Emma, the ladies and I got to talking and decided that if you’re too busy filling your diapers…then obviously you need to call out of work. We’ll make sure the rest of your sick leave gets approved…until it’s all gone. But don’t worry, we’ll pitch in some of our days to supplement yours. You can be a big baby for as long as you want! Maybe after it’s all gone we can finally get the plan for a in-house daycare approved. Your nannybot wouldn’t mind I bet! You could get paid for her work while you advertise for the place too,” laughed Queenie as she pushed the unicorn before leaving.
Bridget wanted to sink into the ground and melt away, she was so mortified. “Great…there go all my vacation days and my dignity.” Maybe she would have another chance at escape when she went on her playdate at Queenie’s home…but for now, she was stuck. She didn’t know how this could get much worse.
Of course, that’s when she and Nanny heard a voice in the distance. “I keep trying to tell this Nanny that I need her to buy MORE of Emma’s special diapers, she keeps going through them. No potty training is needed, just more diapers. And the little brat keeps escaping and breaking everything. She needs new outfits too, cute ones, I don’t want to be embarrassed by appearances! Whenever she’s not around other kids, she needs to have her restrictions doubled! I don’t want to look bad around these other moms…so maybe we can be more discreet about restraints. Maybe I need another nannybot. My account is still active and I could approve it to buy ALL the special programs and protocols on my account. And that old bracelet needed replacing. A new one should be remade, maybe a single metal band would be good…”
The voice of the real Emma’s mother trailed off in the distance. It would make sense that she’d be at one of the nicest parks in the area, so close to her home. But as Bridget looked up at Nanny, she saw the flickering lights in her eyes. Processing an order…
“Understood! I have found a match for Emma’s pink diapers online. Ordering them in bulk. Using Emma’s new sizes to order new clothes as well, ma’am. Error: using -MISSING OWNER’S- credit card to make purchases.”
"Great, there goes my vacation days, dignity, and all of my savings," whined Bridget. The unicorn was finally sitting still, no one else around besides “Emma” and her Nanny. Sighing, Bridget thought, “But I’ve been a good girl…I should at least get to enjoy my reward.”
She began rocking the unicorn herself, making the most of her situation.
Later that night, as “Emma” was put to bed after her long day at the park, Nanny charged herself. As the hours passed in the night, the tablet eventually lit up, displaying a "100%" symbol. And then the automaton’s red eyes lit up as well.
“Updates complete. All profiles now installed. Governess 2.0 is online. Ordering Anti-Jailbreaker equipment from manufacturer. Emma, I’ll make sure you remain my good little girl no matter what.”