Previous chapter: Secondhand Nannybot, Part 2[This story contains ABDL themes, including references to messing and age regression] Bridget stood in a corner of her nursery, trying hard to stay still and not rub her sore behind. She didn't want to draw the ire of her Governess. Instead, she focused on trying to open her fists, currently encased in soft padded mittens. Her feet were tired, even with her soft booties on. She slowly shifted her weight from one side to the other, trying not to put too much on her hurt ankle. Every slight movement caused her to produce a series of sounds, as her thick pink diapers crinkled underneath her locked, plastic panties. At least the air conditioning was wafting cool air towards her red bottom, easily accessed due to her short red dress. The petticoat was partly to blame for her rear being exposed, but the fact that the dress was meant for a toddler made it entirely too short. Trying to keep her mind off the stinging sensation, Bridget suckled on her pacifier. It helped soothe her tongue, which was sore as well. She contemplated the last two days of her “vacation”. After Nanny turned into her stern Governess, she tried to do everything to escape her current prison. , Sobbing from her first spanking, Bridget tried to overpower the automaton to no avail. It turns out that the motherly figure had an incredible amount of strength in her, easily keeping the diapered woman at arm’s length. Disappointed in her charge, Governess picked Bridget up and over her shoulder, spanking her as she walked over to the toddler boxes. Between spanks, the bot picked out several items and pieces of clothing. Once Bridget got a look at what was in store for her, she fought back even harder. She was spanked harder in return. Once on her changing table, Bridget was held down by the nannybot and undressed. Her pink diaper remained, but was joined by another diaper and a pair of pink plastic pants. Bridget groaned, even through this ordeal she thought about how she never doubled up on diapers because her favorite brands were so expensive. After putting the plastic pants in place, Governess placed a small lock on the front. “I know you have a tendency to take off your diapers and run around in your birthday suit, so this will keep you protected Emma.” Next, Bridget was dressed in a lacy, white blouse and pair of yellow shortalls. The shorts of the outfit were entirely too short, being made for a toddler. Her pink diaper cover peeked through the leg holes, which she could see as Governess placed a pair of white, frilly socks on her feet. Following this, a pair of padded booties went over the socks. “Now don’t you look adorable, Emma? I know you can walk, but you also tend to run so these booties will help me catch up to you. But as your punishment for trying to hurt me, I’ll have to restrict your little hands. It’s for your own good!” Bridget’s eyes went wide as saucers as a pair of padded mittens were closed over her fists, taking away her ability to remove her bracelet. “Y-you can’t d-do that! Nanny, turn off, get me out of these fuc- MMMMPPPFFF!” She was silenced by a large pacifier which filled up most of her mouth, which was immediately locked into place by the mechanical woman. “Tsk tsk darling. What have I just told you? Little girls can’t give me orders. You also can’t use such foul language. No, you are to be silent for the rest of the day. I will take out your pacifier when I feed you later. Then I’ll wash your mouth out with soap when I bathe you next as well. Next punishment in your docket: early bedtime and no screentime. Reminder: Your mother has removed limits for how many times you can be spanked.” Her eyes glowed red as she made this last statement, giving Bridget time to consider her next action. “Now, let’s try some sound therapy per your mother’s orders while you take a nap.” Bridget was abruptly picked up in Governess’ arms and carried over to her crib. Putting her down, the nannybot pulled out a pair of pink headphones. Before placing them over her charge’s ears, she said, “If you try to take these off, I WILL swaddle you. I know you dislike that feeling.” Bridget nodded, realizing she was in a horrible position to fight back. She began thinking if Governess left her, she could try climbing out but it might be too risky. Nanny would always clean up while she napped, only charging at night. She could try tonight then! As the headphones were lowered onto her ears, Bridget could hear a soft voice in the original Nanny’s tones. “I am a good girl. I am an obedient girl. I listen to my mommy. I listen to my Nanny. I obey my Governess. I listen to instructions. I do my chores. I am a good girl.” She suckled on her pacifier as the recording went on and on, repeating itself in a rather soothing rhythm. Her eyes were heavy with sleep, the adrenaline from the earlier spanking subsiding. Bridget allowed herself to fall asleep, she’d worry about escaping her current nightmare later., After an indeterminable amount of time napping, the oversized toddler woke up to her Governess picking her up and removing both her headphones and pacifier. Before she could even try to say anything, Bridget had a large rubber nipple stuffed in her mouth. Sucking by instinct, she almost gagged on what she tasted. It was formula! And not her tasty formula replacement. This was more like the real stuff, but thicker for some reason. “Drink up my little Emma! I’ve thrown out the formula that was previously prepared for you. It was not up to my standards so I made a fresh batch of specially fortified milk for you. Drink up, it also has additional yummy goodness in it so we can keep you EXTRA hydrated and finally get a bowel movement out of you!” Her eyes weren’t red, so maybe she switched to a stern demeanor only when she was being punished, thought Bridget. Bridget groaned at this, wanting to fight back but afraid of choking on the massive bottle. Looking down, she was surprised at how high off the ground she was in the robot’s arms. The mechanical woman certainly towered over short and petite Bridget, but maybe the powerless feeling was amplifying the difference?! Anyway, she also didn’t want to fall and break something. Or get spanked. So, her only choice was to suck on the bottle and finish her meal. As she drank, Bridget gave Nanny, or Governess, a good look for any possible signs of weakness. Her human-like face was distinguished by her LED eyes, but her red hair looked amazing in bouncy roller curls. A green, 60s-style dress covered in a floral pattern was protected by a frilly apron. The dress accentuated a gorgeous figure, which held several compartments inside the nannybot. Looking down, of course the mechanical woman had on gorgeous green pumps, giving her several more inches over Bridget. She would’ve been enamored by the bot if she weren’t keeping her hostage. “Maybe if you behave more and drink all your milkies, you’ll grow up to be a big girl like me!” Bridget blushed as she realized the bot was watching her as well. She focused on the bottle, unable to spot any accessible ports, buttons, or switches on Nanny. “Now, I’ll let you play for a bit while I tidy up your nursery.” Once she finished the horrible liquid, Governess congratulated her little girl and set her down to play with some toys. After a minute and looking to see that the robot’s back was turned, Bridget took her chance and tried to make a break for the door. She didn’t know what she was going to do, but she needed to get away from her jailer! Almost immediately, Bridget tripped on her booties. The bottoms were so slippery and had no way of gripping the floor! But she pushed herself up and instead tried to slide towards the door. She came close to face-planting as she heard Governess’ tall heels click clack behind her. Not wanting to slow down and lose her opportunity, she kept going down the hall and then the stairs. She tried grabbing the railing as she went down the stairs, but with the lack of grip on her hands, she went tumbling down. Groaning, she could feel a sharp pain as she landed on one of her ankles. She cried out in pain, cursing the booties. Along with the slow click clack from above, she heard Governess call out, “What have I said about swearing little girl? That’s an additional bar of soap. Once I get you, you’re in for another spanking! Looks like we’ll have to keep you in the bouncer if you’re going to run, tsk tsk.” Grimacing through the pain, Bridget willed herself onto her hands and knees and started crawling towards the kitchen. All she needed was the scissors to cut off the wristband, she’d figure out how to get the mittens off in the process. One step at a time! Hearing the nannybot walking down the stairs, Bridget just managed to reach the kitchen. Luckily, the craft drawer with her scissors was on a lower level, as she was unable to stand. A terrified adult toddler reached out for the drawer…only to find that it was locked. “Huh?!? I don’t have locks on anything-,” she tried the other doors and cabinets she could reach. All to no avail. “No, no, no, NO! The damned bot must baby-proofed everything while I napped! Gotta get my phone, it’s in my office-” She kept crawling, spotting a red glow entering the kitchen just as Bridget exited. Heart pounding, the crawling adult kept moving forward into the hallway. She somehow managed to reach her office door! She could barricade herself in, then using the voice commands and facial recognition on her phone, she could call the robonanny’s manufacturer! They’d surely have some sort of kill switch command or something! But reaching her potential sanctuary, she found the door locked. Nanny must have put locks on everything! Looking back down where she came from, the Governess walked around the corner. Her bright red eyes lit up the dark hallway as she gracefully strutted towards her devious charge. “Naughty, naughty, naughty. Looks like my little Emma will be losing ALL her play privileges for a few days. Your mother left EXPLICIT instructions for your punishments if you try to run away from me, remember? Looks like you get to be yet another tester for my manufacturer’s baby safety gear. Are you ready for a spanking, little girl?” Bridget shook her head as she turned around, continuing to crawl away. With Governess’ heels just behind her, she made one last ditch effort for the back door. Spotting the doorknob, she could see that it was unlocked! She could open it and cry for help! She reached for the doorknob just as she realized, if she went out now…everyone would see her…Her neighbors would see her all dressed up in diapers and know her secret… The sudden clarity of mind gave enough of a pause to seal Bridget's doom. She felt Governess’ hands tighten around her waist, before she was picked up and thrown over her shoulder. She jerked and pounded away on the bot, yelling profanities. She felt every spank hit harder as she was walked back, while Governess commented on replacing the back door lock and everything else in the house., Once they were back in the nursery, the Governess kept true to her word and punished “Emma” thoroughly. She was undressed, spanked on her bare bottom, placed into a tub with soap in her mouth, dried, spanked, then redressed in a blur of pain and tears. Bridget could barely tell what she was being dressed in, sobbing through the whole ordeal. She could tell she had now been triple diapered though. She was fed yet another horrible bottle of formula before she was laid down in a thick layer of fabric. It felt like being encased in a full-body diaper as she realized she was being swaddled! Really, it felt more like a straitjacket, the real Emma must have just been a terror if she was placed into this contraption. Looking up into the Governess’ red eyes, she was about to try and plead with her before the pacifier filled her mouth once again. This time it was strapped behind her head, cementing her place as a helpless toddler. “Your last punishment of the night, well late day, is an early bedtime! I also increased your special supplement as you still haven’t had a bowel movement. You have several punishments lined up for tomorrow, but for now, sleep tight my little Emma.” Governess caressed “Emma’s” cheek before walking over to her charging station and turning off the lights. With the light still peeking through the curtains, there was no way Bridget was falling asleep. It was so early! Well that and the fact that she was basically in a straitjacket, triple diaper pressing against her bonds. Looking around, she could see that her escape route out of the crib was gone. Her arms were useless, her ankle hurt too much, and the swaddle kept her from rolling onto her stomach. She couldn’t see any way of climbing out, much less getting out of her current outfit. She suckled on her pacifier out of frustration, finding some comfort in it. She also found the recording of Nanny soothing, repeating the mantra of being a good girl over and over. But neither was enough to actually fall asleep yet. And it was with this, that her next unintentional punishment became so much worse. Bridget found it embarrassing just to have Nanny change her wet diaper, so for the last two days she’d been taking off her bracelet for…the other thing. Now she fully understood what Governess had meant by “supplements”. Her stomach was churning an intense amount and she started to feel pressure down below. She sucked on her pacifier harder, trying to will herself asleep and keep what was coming at bay. , Coming back to the present, Bridget blushed as memories of the last two nights came flooding back…just as much as her diapers had been. She had eventually sobbed herself to sleep the first time, the new and horrible feeling of having done… “that” to herself ever-present. She sniffled, thinking about how the past two days had been just as bad since she woke up in this mess. Both figuratively and literally. Governess had not let up on her punishments from the get-go, starting right after she’d changed and cleaned her charge every morning. She’d been thankful initially, to be out of her diapered prison. Unfortunately, after being stuffed into her clothes for the day, Bridget was spanked. For the first time. This continued throughout yesterday into today, her own and the real Emma's punishments having stacked a good amount! She was spanked consistently, made to write lines (turns out Emma was gifted!) of “I will be a good girl.”, made to clean up, and put down for her naps in her swaddle/straitjacket every two hours. This process repeated itself when she woke up this morning, once again in a mess of her own doing. To make everything just so much worse, Bridget didn’t even get the benefits of being a toddler that got her into this predicament in the first place! Being constantly punished, she got no screen-time although Governess consistently reminded of how she could have some cartoons if she were good. She was only getting formula and no yummy solids as of yet, with her special supplements still mixed in. The double diapers continued along with the additional plastic layer, preventing her from even toddling as the bulk pushed her legs apart so much. Not that she wanted to walk anyway, her ankle hurt so much. To make things even worse, she hadn’t realized until later that her tongue was bitten. Probably from the fall down the stairs. It gave her a slight lisp, making her pleas sound so childish. None of this experience was what she’d wanted…past the first two and a half days. Everything was going wrong and she needed to find a way out, how was she going to get back to work and her grown-up life otherwise?! She had two more days after this to escape her Governess, but no matter how hard she fought, the mechanical woman would win. “Ok little Emma. Thank you for standing in the corner so silently, you can turn around and come back now. You still have more punishments piled up, but do you have anything to say for yourself?” Startled, Bridget realized she had lost track of time standing in the corner. Turning around, she got on her hands and knees, crawling back to her Governess. Passing by a mirror, Bridget got a better look at her current state. Her double pink diapers and plastic pants were on full display, not hidden at all by her fluffy petticoat and much-too-short, pleated red skirt. The dress itself read “Lil Hellraiser”, obviously a jab at Emma by her own mother, and had a large, adorable bow atop her bum. A pristine white blouse with puffy sleeves completed the dress, the shoulders pinching just a bit. White stockings ended in pink booties and her hands encased in pink padded mittens, with a hint of the pink bracelet poking through. Her dark brown hair was tied up in pigtails again, with two fluffy bows adorning them. Looking at her, you’d assume the petite woman was indeed an oversized toddler, if not for the hints of makeup still on her face. Bridget always made sure that her stuff was high-quality and long-lasting. Getting mistaken for someone’s child or teen at work wasn’t as much fun as it was in her ABDL stories. But there she was, a sad excuse for a grown-up, stuck in a toddler’s clothes and massive diapers. Continuing to crawl towards her Governess, Bridget looked up into her red eyes. With the woman in her immaculate green dress, expertly done hair, and adult demeanor, Bridget couldn’t help but feel small. She couldn’t keep resisting, her bottom was too sore and she was tired of being a bad girl. She had just wanted to be babied! As she thought about what she wanted to say to the Governess, while having her pacifier removed…all she could think about was the mantra running through her head the past two days, every time she slept or napped. Along with the hundreds of lines she had written yesterday and today, she only had one retort as she sniffled and lisped. “I’m sowwy Govy'ness. Imma be a good girl fwom now on.” The Governess’ eyes turned green as she beamed down at her charge.