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Any Port in a Storm

Published: March 31st 2020, 2:01:01 pm

A short story/caption commission from an anonymous Patron. This isn't trying to make light of our current situation by any means, just to have a little fun with it. Picture property of UKDiaperGirls.

Dianne let out a loud groan of frustration, slamming her hands on the wheel of her car as it sputtered to a stop on the side of the road. "Come on!" Dianne grumbled, shifting it to park, then back into drive, turning the key again. "Don't do this to me... Not now!"

The car refused to listen, staying quiet and still, no matter how hard she pleaded, or how many expletives she launched at it when that didn't work. She reached for her phone, sitting on the passenger's side seat, but, of course, the battery hadn't magically recharged. She'd known she should have gotten a car charger... Too late now.

What was she going to do?! She was in the middle of nowhere... She hadn't passed any other cars for a long time now, hadn't even seen any houses, or any other signs of human life, for a while. Even if somebody did happen to drive by, would they stop for her? Even in the best of times, that was an iffy proposition, and now, when people were meant to avoid one another...

Just before panic started to set in, she reminded herself of the last house she had driven past. It wasn't that far back... Not so far she couldn't walk it. It would be better than staying here all night, and who knew how long afterwards. If anyone drove past her car, they'd have to pass her, too, since there was nowhere else for them to go.

It was a cool night, which was fine with her; if it had been too warm, the walk would have been far too long. As it was, she was still pretty tired before she spotted the lights in the distance, and she was quite the mess. There was no reason for her to walk off the road, except the asphalt hurt her feet through her thin shoes... By the time she reached the house, however, that meant she was both sweaty and muddy.

She'd been practicing her speech internally for most of the trek, yet, when she reached the porch and knocked on the front door, all of it flew out of her mind. Who would let her in, looking like this, even without the threat of the virus? She was feeling quite sheepish as the porch light came on, and the door slowly opened.

"H-Hi," she waved, standing back, glad to see it was a woman there, and a rather sophisticated looking one at that, and not some hairy mountain man. "I-I'm so sorry to bother you, at a time like this, but... C-Could I possibly use your phone? Or maybe just a charger? If there's an outlet out here, I'd be happy to stay on the porch and wait. I-I sanitize whatever I touch, and..."

"Oh, my," the woman chuckled, looking her up and down. "Somebody's been out playing for too long, hasn't she?" Dianne blushed. 

"M-My car broke down that way," Dianne pointed. "I need someone to..."

"It's the weekend," the woman reminded her. "Nothing would be open, even without the quarantine."

"Oh... Right." Dianne's cheeks reddened again. She didn't know what it was about this woman... She was older than her, yes, but not by that much, she didn't think... Why did Dianne feel like such a silly little girl, talking to her? "I-I could leave a message, though, a-and then walk back to my car..."

"Nonsense," the woman shook her head. "You can stay with me, dear."

"Really?" Dianne's eyes lit up. "I-I mean... I'd hate to put you in any danger... I-I don't think I have the virus, but..."

"There's nowhere else for you to go," the woman said. "I couldn't bear the thought of letting you go wandering around out there alone..."

"That's so nice of you!" Dianne stepped forward, feeling a bit overwhelmed with emotion, going for a hug without thinking, until the woman stepped back. "O-Oh, sorry. I-I wasn't thinking..."

The woman cooed at her, like someone might at a cute, small child. "No, it isn't that," she told her. "It's..." she waved her hand at Dianne's filthy outfit. "I'm happy to let you in, but that is going to have to stay outside until I can get it into the washer."

"Oh," Dianne blushed. "Th-That makes sense... Your home looks really nice, and clean... I-I wouldn't want to mess it up..."

"It's all right," the woman urged. "I've looked after many young men and women... You don't have anything I haven't already seen."

Dianne fidgeted, realizing the woman was suggesting she strip down right there, in front of her. Dianne felt so exposed, out there in the open air... But they were the only two people around for miles. "O-Okay," she nodded, nervously reaching for her shirt. "I-If you say so."

She tossed aside her shirt, kicked off her socks and shoes, slid down her shorts, leaving her standing there in her bra and panties, nervously attempting to hide her bare flesh with her hands. "Those are looking awfully sweaty, too," the woman wrinkled her nose. "Off with them."

"Seriously?!" Dianne protested for the first time, before reminding herself this person was being nice to her, taking a risk... And she'd already gone this far. With shaking hands, she undid her bra clasp, yanked down her underwear, leaving her completely nude.

"Much better," the woman nodded, standing aside to let the girl in. Dianne felt very vulnerable, of course, and embarrassed... But there was nothing leering or predatory about the woman's gaze, or her words. If anything, they were almost maternal. 

"Almost forgot," Dianne knelt down, grabbed her phone out of the pocket of her shorts, then scrambled inside the house, where she was ushered into the bathroom, the woman taking the phone to get it charging while Dianne cleaned up.

She felt like a new woman, stepping out of the shower, wrapping herself in one of the woman's big, fluffy towels. "Thank you so much," she told her, walking out, finally giving her the hug she'd tried for earlier. "This is so nice of you... This is already so much, and I hate to ask for anything more, but... Do you have some clothes I can borrow?"

"Well, I'm not going to expect you to walk around in a towel the whole time you're here," the woman smirked. "Come along... I should warn you, though, I do have certain... rules here."

"That's fine!" Dianne nodded accommodatingly. "I'll leave everything neat and clean, and... Oh, I'm Dianne, by the way!" she chuckled at herself, realizing she hadn't introduced herself yet.

"The people who stay here generally call me Nanny," the woman replied, pushing open a door, which showed why that was. "Now, Dianne, about those rules... I'm afraid I only have one spare room here, and this is it."

"W-Wait, this is a..." Dianne cheeks burned as she saw the room. It was a nursery... A nursery built for a fully grown adult. 

"That's right," Nanny nodded. "I assure you, I've been told the crib is very comfortable. Like I said, though, there are rules, and anyone who stays in the crib must be diapered." 

"D-Diapered?!" Dianne squealed, eyes darting over to the giant changing table. She'd seen it before, of course, but it hadn't even occurred to her to look at what was on it, hadn't imagined there could possibly be any diapers big enough to match the scale of the furniture. She was wrong. "N-No, I-I don't need..."

"Rules are rules, Dianne," Nanny said. "I'm afraid I can't bend them for anyone. Really, you should feel lucky... Usually, I charge a lot of money for this. In the morning, I'll even let you go play on my little playground for free."

"C-Can't I just sleep on the couch?" Dianne gulped.

"Nonsense," Nanny smiled. "The crib is going to be so much nicer... Now, up you go, sweetie! It's time to get little Di-Di in her diapie."

Dianne didn't have much of a choice in the matter, despite how mortifying it was, lying there, letting herself get powdered up, taping into a bulky, disposable diaper like a little toddler. She was already asking so much of this person... It was only fair she followed the rules, no matter how ridiculous they were...

Nanny was right, though; the crib was very comfortable, or, perhaps, it only felt like that after her long walk. By the next morning, her phone was all charged, but, before she could call anyone, Nanny asked her to come into the living room.

On the TV, there was a press conference playing, with a woman Dianne recognized as the governor of the state, although, before all this, she wasn't certain she could have picked her out of a line-up. "I'm afraid I have no choice," she was saying. "I'm placing the state on full lockdown for the next two weeks, minimum. At that time, we'll reassess."

"Wh-What does that mean?" Dianne turned to Nanny anxiously, feeling very much like the little girl she was dressed as. This was all so crazy, so unusual... All she could think to do was turn to the person who, next to her, at least, seemed much more like an adult.

"It means your car isn't going to get fixed anytime soon," Nanny said. "And that you're going to be staying here a little longer than we thought."

"R-Really?" Dianne pouted. "You don't think the garages are going to be open?"

"I watched the whole broadcast," Nanny replied. "I can promise you they aren't. You're lucky, though... I have plenty of food stocked up here to get both of us through this... And plenty of diapers for you."

Dianne blushed, her next question having just been answered. "Y-You can't bend the rules?" she whined, tugging at the diaper, wincing as she heard it crinkle. 

"I'm afraid not," the woman shook her head. "I run a tight ship here, little girl... And, before you ask, since I can see it in your face... Another rule is that anyone, in this house, who wears a diaper, is expected to use it. The bathroom is off limits to you, unless you're taking a shower, or washing your teeth. Do you understand?"

"What?!" Dianne squeaked. "No!" she stomped her foot. "I'm an adult, you can't do this to me! I-I'm not gonna pee in this stupid diaper!"

"You certainly are," Nanny responded. "And more... And, if you keep that up, you'll be doing both with a sore bottom. Listen, Di-Di, you came to me for help... I'm happy to take you in during this time, but you have to follow my rules. That's only fair, isn't it?"

"W-Well, yeah," Dianne had to admit. "B-But these rules are...!"

"Are my rules," Nanny finished for her. "And they aren't changing."

"Then maybe I'll just..." Dianne started to stomp towards the front door. 

"Are you going to walk to your car in your nightie and diapie?" Nanny teased, flicking the hem of the tiny nightgown she'd given Dianne to wear the night before, which didn't even come close to covering her diaper. "Your clothes aren't out there... I have them in the wash already. But even if you had them, you wouldn't be going anywhere. Your car is stuck there, and there's nobody to fix it for you. Once everything reopens, I'll give you your clothes back... And not a second before."

Dianne knew she was right, but that didn't make it any easier to swallow. She stomped and fumed... And, just as she'd threatened, Nanny pulled her over her lap, yanked down her diaper, and gave her a spanking, before sending her to time-out in her crib. Thankfully, she didn't take away her phone, so Dianne frantically began to search for a car shop that was open, that could come get her and rescue her from this place...

But Nanny was right. Everything was closed. She was stuck here for at least two weeks... She sighed, looking around the room that was going to be her home for that time, wondering if maybe she should have tried walking the other way the previous night, or waiting for someone to drive past... But it was too late for that.

Well, she thought, pouting, laying her head against the pillow, staring into her phone, at least she wasn't going to be locked away at home, bored... If nothing else, she had a feeling Nanny was going to keep things interesting.