princesspottypants

Maturity - Chapter 4

Published: October 27th 2022, 12:00:08 pm

Claire blinked her eyes and stretched, the sight of the infantile room she was lying in reminding her immediately of what was going on, of where she was, before she'd even felt the clammy, saggy bulk between her legs, before she heard the crinkle of it as she shifted her position.

"There she is," a gentle voice in a motherly tone cooed, Claire's groggy brain slowly recalling that the sound of it had been exactly what had woken her up in the first place, what had stirred her from her nap. There, sitting over her, was a woman, older than her, though still not terribly old, and pretty, with a smile on her face.

Immediately, Claire shot up, cheeks burning as she crossed her arms over her bare chest. By now, the woman would definitely have seen both that and her diaper; it made more sense to hide the former when there was no doubt about the latter, seeing as the woman was in the midst of checking it, giving the padding a squeeze.

"I-I can explain!" Claire stammered. "I-I don't belong here! I'm not a baby! I-I was only..."

"Shh," the woman's hand slid upwards for a moment, rubbing Claire's back. "It's all right... For somebody who isn't a baby, your diaper is certainly soaked, little one."

"N-No!" Claire squeaked, even though she knew that was definitely true... She was certain her diaper was wetter than it had been when she fell asleep, even. Finally, she realized she still had her pacifier in her mouth, that it had been there as she tried to speak earlier, and reached up to pull it out, to explain...

"You leave that alone," the woman scolded, pushing the pacifier back in and delivering a sharp swat to the girl's backside, prompting a small yelp from Claire. She should have known better already, but any hope that the woman might be there to help her was dashed as she rubbed her behind, sniffling. "That's exactly what a good little baby girl like you needs to stay nice and calm."

Claire gulped, unsure if the woman meant that in general, or if there was something special about this paci, if it was doing something to her, turning her into more of a baby somehow. That was probably silly, and yet... It did feel like something was happening; whether that was true, or her imagination due to being stuck in this room, was hard to determine.

"Don't worry," the woman rubbed Claire's back again. "Cassidy will return any time now."

Claire let out a tiny sigh, laying back down. That confirmed, at the very least, that the woman knew why she was there... And that she had no plans of getting her out of here until Cassidy got back. She didn't want to disobey her now, not if it could lead to punishment from Cassidy if she was tattled on... She didn't know what the woman was capable of, either.

"Why don't we go ahead and get you changed first?" the woman suggested. "Nobody wants you to get a rash."

Claire groaned in frustration, and embarrassment... Before today, it had been years since she'd had to get her mother to help her into her protection at night, and now, this was the second person who was changing her... And both times, she'd wound up in full-on diapers, not the Pull-Ups she was used to. She saw the woman pick up a fresh diaper, start to unfold it, to confirm that, and tried a meek, "P-Pull-Ups?", just in case.

The answer was exactly what she'd expected. "After seeing this?" the woman chuckled, giving Claire's wet diaper another pat. "I don't think so, little one. Now, roll over..."

Reluctantly, Claire obeyed, hiding her face as the woman ripped open the tapes of her diaper, exposing her bare crotch and starting to wipe it off, to the woman's amusement. "No need to be shy," she told her. "Oh, but I didn't introduce myself, did I? Silly me... I'm Cassidy's psychology professor. You, however, can call me Nanny."

Claire wrinkled her nose, shaking her head. "C-Can't I call you...?" she began, desperate for something less childish.

"Let me rephrase that," the woman cut her off, easily lifting Claire's legs by the ankles, sliding her old diaper away and the fresh one beneath her in one smooth motion. "You WILL call me Nanny." She set Claire down on the diaper, staring down at her pointedly. "Understand?"

Claire gulped, nodded. "Y-Yes, Nanny," she mumbled from behind her pacifier.

"That's a good girl," Nanny smiled. "So clever..." 

Claire didn't feel particularly clever, lying there, getting her diaper changed, sucking idly on her paci. She felt more like a baby than ever, having this stranger come in and instantly start treating her like this, with no hesitation, no question... Clearly, she knew that Claire was here for the sake of... whatever it was Cassidy was doing, but still, she would have appreciated some acknowledgement that this was strange, that she was way too old for this.

"I don't know why she used the buttplug," Nanny mused. "That's only going to make you constipated."

"M-Me, either," Claire agreed quietly. "C-Can you...?"

"We'll just have to clear it out later," Nanny shrugged, tugging the front of the diaper up between Claire's legs, starting to fasten it.

Claire gulped, feeling her face warming up once more. "Y-You mean take it out, right?" she asked nervously. "Th-That's all?"

Nanny smiled as she pulled the diaper snug, fastening the tapes. "You don't have to worry about that," she said, kissing Claire on the forehead. "All you need to do is play, and have a good time, until Cassidy gets here..."

But, of course, now that she'd heard that, it was hard to have a good time, not when she had those words hanging over her head, wondering exactly what it was they meant...