Published: December 10th 2022, 1:00:05 pm
Elizabeth sighed, giving the bars of the crib another shake, just in case. It wasn't like she actually believed anything was going to happen, that she'd suddenly find a weakness, but she felt like she had to try, to make an effort. After everything she'd said, how much she'd teased Holly about how much of a baby she was, and how easily she'd be able to get away in her situation, it seemed like this ought to be the perfect opportunity.
She was all alone, presumably not being watched in any way. There was no clock in the nursery, nothing to tell her what time it was, other than the darkness outside the window. Even that wasn't particularly helpful, only cluing her in that it was still nighttime, though not how long that had been the case. Considering how early she'd fallen asleep, it might not have been more than a couple hours.
But... If that was the case, it made the state of her diaper that much more humiliating. Standing up awkwardly in her crib, examining the bars all around her, it was quite obvious how soaked she was, how much the padding had swollen, and was drooping beneath her fuzzy, footed sleeper. If she'd done all that in a couple hours... She shuddered at the thought.
And how much longer was she going to be stuck in it now? She groaned, letting go of the bars in disgust, having confirmation now that what she'd discovered from her first exploratory tug on them had stayed true through the end: Holly's Mommy had bought her a very, very good, sturdy crib, as Elizabeth should have expected from a Nanny. It was big enough to not be uncomfortable, yet small enough that there was little hope of escaping the bars, of ever sleeping there without rolling over and bumping into them at least once, to be given a reminder to the occupant of where they were, and what they must be to be spending their nights in such a place.
Elizabeth had a feeling it had been custom made for Holly to get that sizing right, as well as the height of the bars. They were just tall enough that she knew there was no climbing out, especially not in her double diapers. She had made an attempt, stacking up her pillow, the giant teddy bear in there with her, everything she could get her hands on, but even with all that, her fingers fell short of the top rail, and the slick feet of her sleeper kept her from finding any purchase to help her climb higher.
It was close, however... Close enough to be tantalizing, almost infuriating. And that was why she suspected it was on purpose, a constant mockery of Holly, letting her know that she was inches away from being able to escape, yet could never quite make it. It was exactly the sort of thing Elizabeth would anticipated Nanny doing, a subtle reminder of her baby's helplessness... She had, to some degree. She'd just assumed she'd be able to overcome it... Unfortunately, they were similar enough that the theater had cast them as twins not once, but twice, and the slight difference in their heights, to Elizabeth's favor, wasn't enough.
In a way, that made this all the more embarrassing for Elizabeth than it would have been for Holly, not only because, by now, Holly must be used to this, must not even bother trying to get out, but also because the extra few centimeters Elizabeth had on her could have been enough to overcome the perfectly measured obstacles Holly's Mommy had made just for her.
And, at least when it came to the crib, they weren't. Elizabeth took a step back, then gasped as the bulky diaper between her legs, and soft mattress beneath her feet, made her lose her balance, her arms waving, reaching for the bars, not quickly enough, and she fell onto her thickly padded bottom. She sat there for a moment, slightly stunned, cheeks burning. She'd put herself through a lot, to maneuver other people into diapers, and had been put through a bit more on the few occasions when she'd failed; she wasn't sure she'd ever felt quite as infantile as she did now.
The Nannies really were the best at that, at devising ways to make their charges experience that hopelessness. She'd known that, too, and known that she was almost the exact same size as Holly, that the same traps could work on her. She should never have accepted this bet, but her pride had gotten the better of her. Was she going to be able to get away after all?!
She shook her head, attempting to brush those thoughts away. She was... She was letting this one thing get to her, yet she knew this was only one part of her time here. She wasn't always going to be in the crib... And, when she wasn't, it was Annika who would be watching her, and she was confident she could outsmart her, no problem... So long as Drew didn't stick around. He was the wild card in this situation now...
She still had no clue if he had recognized her or not, if he'd drugged her or not. She wanted to believe that was the case, to be able to blame her sudden bedwetting on him, but she truly had no idea one way or the other. Even if he had, it might not mean he knew the truth... Perhaps Nanny had prepared the bottles, or the formula to make them. She doubted Holly needed any help with wetting the bed anymore... Maybe this was the reason why, however, because Nanny was continually giving her medicine to assure she couldn't stop.
She squirmed on her seat, listening to her diapers, and the plastic sheet beneath her, crackling, as she considered that. It was like she was lost in a mental labyrinth, every turn taking her deeper inside, making her feel worse about what she'd gotten herself into, what her future might hold. If Nanny was dosing Holly, how long would it last after she did escape? It would likely build up the longer she stayed... If she got out tomorrow - or today, depending on how late it was - she might be fine after a night or two. If she was here a week, or two...
She shivered, staring down at the massive bulge around her waist. She should be planning, scheming, plotting how she was going to get away, since she was awake... How could she do that now, though? Her experience with this nursery was the crib, which was impenetrable, and the changing table and high chair, neither of which she was probably going to be left on unsupervised for long enough to take advantage of... Not that the high chair had felt any less secure than the crib.
What else was there? The dollhouse and other toys were useless to her... The bouncer was worse than that. Just looking at it, she could tell it was high enough in the air that she had no hope of her feet touching the floor while she was in it, and, thus, if she did end up inside, she wasn't getting out on her own. The naughty stool, on the other hand...
That was sitting there, unassuming, tucked away in the corner, lit faintly by the glow of the night-light. That was the one thing here that seemed promising... The whole point of that was to leave the occupant on it for a long period of time, to sit and think about what they'd done, and she couldn't imagine Annika standing by and watching her the entire time. Maybe she'd take the baby monitor with her to go do something else, but if she got distracted, she might not notice Elizabeth slipping off... And, as much as she hated to think of Drew sticking around, if he was there, he would be distracting.
Of course, to wind up there, she'd have to earn it. Perhaps the toys weren't such a bad option after all, if she could convincing pretend she was having fun with them... Still, she felt like Annika would be more inclined to check on her if she was playing than if she was supposed to be obediently sitting still in the corner. She'd have to walk a fine line to be sentenced to time-out and nothing else... If she behaved too badly, she might end up with a spanking, too... Or, worse, instead.
She blushed, thinking of misbehaving on purpose, being told she was going to be punished, assuming she'd pulled it off... And then being taken over Annika's lap, her bottom thoroughly warmed, before getting her diaper tugged back up and being sent to go back to playing, going through that whole ordeal for nothing.
Or... What if it was Drew? If he was there, would Annika have him spank her instead? She whimpered, wriggling in place. One of the last spankings she'd ever gotten was from him, and the few that had followed that had been because of him, because he'd seen through her plan, left her with the Mistress she'd hired for him. She couldn't let him do it again, especially not if he did, indeed, know it was her.
But... What other choice did she have? With the nursery being on the second floor, she wasn't going to be jumping out the window. And there was a TV here, so she doubted she'd get to go down the the living room to watch it there and be left unattended. She suspected that, at least when she was being babysat, Holly spent most, if not all, of her time here, in her nursery, and the best way to be left alone there for a long, hopefully private, stretch was to get in trouble, and pray she didn't go too far with it.
There were naptimes, too, obviously, though those carried with them the same problems she had now; she'd still be in the crib, and the side was definitely going to be up and locked, sealing her inside. If only she was a bit taller... If she could pulled herself up and over the bars... If she was diapered too heavily, she didn't like her chances of perching there, having the time to plan a graceful hop down. Falling might hurt, but she didn't think it was so high that she'd injure herself too much. The big issue would be whether she could do it without making enough noise to bring Annika running in to check on her.
And, of course, that ever-present nuisance of the bars. She surveyed the nursery, spotting a few more oversized stuffed animals. If she could get those into the crib with her... It would be a bit of a tight squeeze, since the teddy bear was already so big, jammed in there with her, but maybe she could make it work, and climb up those, perhaps toss one over the edge to soften her landing...
She took a deep breath, glad she'd thought this through, that she hadn't panicked, the way she was certain Holly would have. She'd have to wait a little longer to try it - she could be naughty anytime, however naptimes and bedtime were part of her schedule - and she'd probably get another bottle, yet this felt safer, smarter regardless.
"What do you think, Mr. Bear?" she whispered to the oversized toy in the crib with her, who had proved far too floppy on its own for her to scale to get over the bars. "Do you want some company?"
It stared at her with its blank, black eyes, and, from another part of the house, Elizabeth heard the unmistakable sound of a moan. She blushed, putting her hands over her mouth, realizing that she wasn't alone in the house after all, that Annika and Drew must still be awake. Either it wasn't as late as she'd thought - or hoped, really - or they'd awoken, decided to have a little more fun before getting up for the day... Or they were still going, deep into the night.
She strained her ears for any sign that they'd overheard her on the baby monitor, that one, or both, of them was going to show up at the nursery door... All she could hear, however, if she stayed perfectly quiet and listened as hard as she could, was more moaning, and panting, the squeak of bedsprings... Her cheeks warmed further as she squirmed in her soggy diapers, catching herself looking at the bear again, thinking of what she'd asked it, and how else it could be interpreted.
As much as she didn't want to, as she would have preferred to forget about it, especially now, contrasting with what she knew was happening in the other room, she couldn't help flashing back to the car ride home, the bouncing in her car seat, the strap fastened tightly between her legs in just the right way, as she sucked her thumb and sat there in her messy diaper, enjoying it so much that she actually asked for a second round, despite how humiliating it was, how degrading...
Annika and Drew were obviously distracted, obviously not paying attention to the baby monitor. If she wanted to straddle this bear, start humping away at it, they probably wouldn't notice, or wouldn't care if they did... She had no doubt that Holly had done this very thing plenty of times, late at night, when her Mommy was asleep...
Didn't that prove that she shouldn't do it, though? She wasn't Holly, not really, and the whole point of this exercise was to show how different they were, how much more grown-up she was, despite their age gap. It didn't matter how good that had felt, during the car ride home... And, it very much had, regardless of how utterly embarrassing it had been... She certainly wouldn't say it was the best sex she'd had, not by a long shot... It was better than any she'd had for quite a while, however, if she was being honest with herself. Most of her targets weren't particularly good at being adults, deserved what happened to them, so they weren't great at satisfying their partners... Which, at least until she got them in diapers, meant her.
Mr. Bear here, on the other hand... She suspected that he, combined with her soggy diapers, wouldn't fail. While her former boyfriend and current babysitter had fun in the other room, she could experience something that probably wasn't too far off from that...
She shouldn't. She was an adult, someone who could quell those urges... Except when she kept overhearing Annika and Drew, and the sounds they were making kept bringing them back to mind. If she did this, maybe it would tire her out a little, let her fall back asleep until morning, however far away that was... Or, if it was good enough, it might prompt her to want to do it again, and again...
That brought back another memory, of the way she'd tried to act like a horny little baby for Drew, as a way to show him what she was going to turn him into, if her plan had worked out. She didn't actually want to make that a reality for herself, and that almost made her scared of this, of the idea of going through with it, of discovering she liked it, the way she'd liked bouncing in her car seat, strap rubbing against her dirty diaper...
She blushed and shook her head, twisting away from the bear, curling up and, without thinking, popping her thumb into her mouth, starting to suck, concentrating on that, trying to push all other thoughts out of her mind. If anything, it made Annika and Drew louder, harder to ignore, as she tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep the way she wanted, wriggling unhappily in her crib...
Until, whether it was an accident, or her unconscious mind taking over, she thrashed in such a way that one leg wound up on top of the teddy bear's. It was inevitable, she told herself, with as big as the toy was, and as relatively small as the crib was. It wasn't her fault...
She could have rolled back over, though, could have put a stop to it then and there... Instead, she stayed there for a moment, legs wrapped around the fuzzy log of stuffing the bear's limbs were made of, before, instinctively, she changed position, spinning her body... But not away from the bear, the way she should have. Her body rotated, ending up over top of the bear, straddling it.
"Sorry, Mr. Bear," she mumbled behind her thumb as she started to grind, to press her diapered crotch into the stuffed animal's fluff. Just once... If she could do it just once, she'd stop thinking about it, would get it out of her head and be able to go back to sleep and forget all about it.
But, try as she might - and she did, harder than she cared to admit - she couldn't. Her double diapers, padding swollen with her night-time accidents, were too bulky, forcing her thighs too far apart, and the bear was too soft to give her anything satisfying to rub against through them, almost as if it had been chosen specifically for that, to seem like it would be the perfect companion, only to fall short once you actually attempted it. She squirmed there, growing more and more desperate, more and more unable to do anything about it, until, frustrated, she rolled back over and sucked her thumb angrily, glaring at the bars holding her here.
That was exactly how Annika found her the next morning. She'd managed to drift off once or twice, for what felt like no more than fifteen or twenty minutes, positive that her diaper was wetter afterwards each time... That, or all her movement had made it start to leak, dribbling out into her sleeper.
"Uh-oh!" Annika chirped upon seeing her. "Someone's grumpy! Did you not have a good night, sweet...? Oh, I see. How did you manage that, silly? You're an even heavier wetter than your Mommy warned me!"
"No, I'm not!" Elizabeth pouted. There was no way she wet more than Holly! She'd just been awake longer, since she couldn't go to sleep that early! That was all!
"You leaked through two diapers!" Annika pointed out, as if Elizabeth might somehow not know. "I think we'd better try triples tonight."
"No!" Elizabeth shook her head. Two were bad enough... Would she even be able to walk in three? To try to escape? It would make it much, much more difficult, that was certain. "I-It won't happen again!"
"Oh, please," Annika chuckled, unlocking the side of the crib and lowering it. "Like you can do anything about it."
Elizabeth blushed, knowing she was right, that it had been completely out of her control. Bashfully, she let herself be taken over to the changing table and stripped, cleaned up. She didn't know how to broach the subject, what to say, but she did, of course, note that Annika was doing this on her own, that Drew wasn't with her. Had he left already? She could only hope...
And those hopes were quickly dashed, as soon as she was taped into a dry diaper, after she'd had plenty of rash cream rubbed onto her skin, and then snapped into pink onesie with three rows of ruffles across the backside, a huge bow punctuating the top one, leaving no doubt that this was a onesie meant to be worn on its own, not under another piece of clothing.
"Good morning!" Drew exclaimed as he walked into the nursery, carrying a large bowl. Elizabeth's stomach fell, knowing right away that it was Nanny's special oatmeal... And that, if Drew did know her true identity, he may very well have made it even more special. "Aren't you adorable?"
"And cranky," Annika pointed out. "Can you get her fed while I change her sheets? She leaked all over them."
"Not all over!" Elizabeth insisted. "I-It was just a little..."
"Even just a little is pretty impressive, considering how thick your diapers were," Drew set the bowl down on the dresser temporarily so he could pluck her up off the floor, winking. Elizabeth gulped, not sure if the wink was meant for Annika, or for her, if it was playful teasing, or a signal that he knew the answer to the question he was about to ask, as he slid her into the high chair and locked the tray in place, giving her no hope of escape as she squirmed in place, glancing over to see Annika removing everything from her crib.
"What are they feeding you?" Drew smirked, right as he plopped the bowl down on top of the tray. Elizabeth nibbled her bottom lip, seeing that it was, indeed, filled to the brim with mushy, oatmeal, big flecks of purple breaking up the otherwise uniform gray. There was no point in pretending she didn't know they were prunes, or what they, and everything else in there, would do to her...
Unfortunately, like so much else she did here, it didn't matter. He picked up the spoon before she could reach for it herself, dipping it into the unappetizing gloop, heaping it full.
"I-I can feed myself," she squeaked quietly, opening her mouth as little as she could get away with, not wanting him to shove the spoon inside while she was speaking.
"I'm not so sure about that," Drew said. "I think it'll be easier if I handle it."
Elizabeth wiggled in her seat, watching the spoon coming closer and closer to her mouth, the banana baby food she'd had the night before already making her stomach rumble in a way she didn't like, even without any assistance from this breakfast. But what choice did she have? How was she going to get out of this now?! She was trapped in this high chair, completely under the control of Drew, and Annika, and if they wanted her to eat... At least some of that oatmeal was going inside of her.
"Open wide!" Drew told her, pushing the spoon against her sealed lips, oatmeal smearing against her face. "You want to grow up to be big and strong one day, don't you? You have to eat every last bite of this if you want that!"
Elizabeth shook her head; she had done that! If she hadn't made this stupid bargain, there would be no doubt that she still was grown up... Now, however, it was harder to argue, especially when opening her mouth meant accepting the first of what would certainly be many, many spoonfuls of oatmeal. She shouldn't be fighting it at all, probably, should be playing her part of Holly better... They already thought she was being fussy, though, so it gave her an excuse. And if she ate all that oatmeal, there was no doubt that she'd have another messy diaper at some point today, maybe before naptime, when she had a chance to get away.
"You don't?" he raised his eyebrow. "Well, I guess that makes sense, huh? If you wanted that, you wouldn't still be in diapers. But you still have to eat anyway. So come on, be a good girl."
She shook her head again, but she could tell it wouldn't last long, could see his other hand reaching out, moving towards her nose to pinch it shut, leave her no choice other than to open her mouth... And, just when he was about to do it, when she was about to lose all hope, Annika spoke up. "Hold on."
Mentally, Elizabeth let out a sigh of relief. Had she thought better of leaving this to her boyfriend? Did she want to feed her charge herself? Maybe she'd be a bit more merciful, wouldn't make her finish it all...
Annika walked over, Elizabeth staring up at her hopefully, only for the girl to keep going, to move past the high chair, over to the dresser, where she picked up the bib they'd used the night before, tying it around Elizabeth's neck. "There we go... Don't want to make a mess of her cute little onesie this early in the day!"
And, with that, she went back to the crib, leaving Elizabeth, and a grinning Drew, all alone with the huge bowl of oatmeal that Elizabeth knew was about to end up in her tummy, like it or not.