princesspottypants

Maturity - Chapter 5

Published: November 30th 2022, 1:00:07 pm

Claire wrinkled her nose, squirming in her fresh diaper, as she felt, and heard, her tummy rumbling ominously. In a way, the plug inside her, as uncomfortable as it was, was a comfort, ensuring that there was no way she was going to do... that... in her diaper. It was, however, also the reason her body was making that noise, thanks to the way it had prevented that exact thing, the need for which was growing quite strong by now... Probably even more than she realized, since the sensation of the unfamiliar invasiveness of the plug did distract from the other discomfort building up, to some degree.

"Aww, are you hungry, sweetie?" Nanny asked, bending down to pat Claire on the head from where the girl was sitting beneath her on the bed. "Poor little thing... Did Cassidy leave you here without any snacks at all? You must be famished!"

"N-No," Claire shook her head. "I'm not hungry, I hafta..." She blushed, unable to force the words out, or find the right way to say them that would come off as neither too crass or too childish. "I hafta go potty," she settled on after a moment, knowing right away that she'd leaned too far in the latter direction.

"No need to be pouty about it," Nanny cooed. "I'll go get you something to eat."

"I'm not!" Claire protested, watching from her position on the bed as the woman stepped out of the room. She had a bad feeling, fueled by everything that had happened so far, that she wasn't going to like whatever Nanny was getting for her, she wasn't going to like it.

She was correct. Claire groaned as soon as she saw the bottle in Nanny's hands when she quickly returned, happy about neither the bottle nor the white liquid inside. She wasn't a fan of milk in the best of times - it was, her parents were fond of telling her, why she hadn't grown up big and strong, and probably why she was still a bedwetter in college - but now, in this place, the murky substance seemed more unappetizing than ever. There could be anything in there, and she wouldn't know...

"Open up," Nanny instructed, holding the bottle out, nipple facing towards Claire's mouth, inching closer and closer...

"No!" Claire shook her head, shuffling back, clamping her hands over her mouth. "I-I don't want whatever that is!" She tried to scramble off of the bed, though what she hoped to accomplish with that, she wasn't sure... As easy as it had been for Nanny to leave the room and fetch the bottle, she knew it was much more difficult for her to get out. Nanny could no doubt catch her before she got across the room anyway, but there was nowhere, really, that she could hide.

That didn't stop her instincts from taking over, however, and making her hop down off the bed blindly, feet pumping... Only to be stopped short as Nanny grabbed her by the arm firmly. Claire thrashed and pulled; she was no match, as the difference in their sizes, and their states of dress - Nanny in a pretty, floral dress, Claire wearing just a diaper and socks - already demonstrated.

"It's milk," Nanny told her harshly. "And I don't like the insinuation, young lady, that it might be anything else! Nobody who looked after you here would try to give you something that would harm you!"

Claire might almost have been tempted to apologize, even though she felt it was a realistic worry to have here, if Nanny hadn't dragged her across the room, over to the wall, where Claire saw, too late, a two pairs of cuffs anchored to the wall, two high, two low. "No, no, no," Claire shook her head, nearly starting to dribble into her dry diaper from fear at the sight, knowing she'd messed up now.

"I don't have time to deal with fussy little babies who don't trust me," Nanny said, setting the bottle down to lock the cuffs firmly around Claire's wrists and ankles, pulling off even Claire's socks for the latter, leaving her in nothing more than a diaper, chained to the wall and easily controlled. 

If anything, that made Claire want to fight it more, clamping her mouth shut, refusing to open it as Nanny pressed the nipple to Claire's lips, turning her head away, since that was all she could move now. Of course, it made little difference... Nanny stroked Claire's hair, gently at first, then giving it a slight tug to hold her head straight, before pinching her nose shut.

Claire whimpered, whining in frustration as she knelt there, helpless, somehow feeling so much more naked and vulnerable now, even if the only thing she'd lost - or had to lose, assuming they were going to keep her in her diaper, which seemed like a good bet at this point - was her socks. She wished she'd taken up swimming, the way her mother had wanted to... Would it have mattered? No matter how long she could hold her breath, Nanny could outlast her, standing there over her, just waiting...

Claire gasped for air, and that was when Nanny struck, giving her just enough time to catch her breath before shoving the bottle into her mouth, her other hand still on Claire's hair, tilting her head back, allowing the milk a straight path down her throat and into her tummy. There was almost nothing Claire could do now, other than gulp it down, praying that Nanny wasn't lying, that it was all milk in there... That was bad enough.

Claire watched the contents of the bottle slowly drain, knowing it was going into her, that, eventually, it was bound to wind up in her diaper, if they kept her here much longer... It seemed to take an eternity, even after she gave in, began sucking a little harder, wanting to get it over with. She was feeling so full, so bloated, by the time she finished it all, Nanny pulling the bottle free and examining it approvingly.

"Good girl," she praised Claire, patting her on the head and popping the pacifier back into her mouth. "It seems like Cassidy is running late, so I'm going to go find out where she is, all right?"

"B-But..." Claire burbled behind her paci, not really having any choice in the matter, as she was still bound to the wall, helpless to go anywhere, or do anything, as Nanny left her all alone, trapped there. She whimpered, tugging at her chains, blushing as she felt the pressure building up inside of her. She really needed to use the bathroom... To use her diaper, most likely, unless something happened very soon to get her out of this. But she couldn't do that now! If she used her diaper now, it would be obvious that she needed them... And she didn't want to find out what would happen if that happened. So, as best, and as long, she could, she resolved to hold it, and hope that Cassidy showed up soon, and decided to put a stop to this whole thing, since she was the one who had started it.