Published: May 3rd 2018, 8:06:11 pm
She plopped it out of her mouth and called out: "Nanny! Baby Carly want's her nanny!"
"Just a minute sweetie, Nanny's just getting your lunch ready." Gwen called back from the kitchen.
Carly decided to stay under the blanket as she didn't know where her clothes had been taken. Looking around the room, it was clear that everything had been taken somewhere else. After a couple minutes of waiting, she climbed to her feet and wrapped the blanket around herself to go in search of clothes. Wandering towards the kitchen, she felt a burst of fresh urine saturate her diaper. This is getting really annoying, I didn't even feel the need to pee that time! She thought to herself, pulling the blanket tighter around her body.
"Silly girl! What are you doing? It's not cold in here, why are you hiding under that blankie?" Gwen asked from behind the counter.
"I'm looking for my clothes nanny. I don't want to be walking around naked."
"Babies always walk around in just their diapers and you're no exception. Now take off that blanket, I don't want you dragging it around the house getting it all dirty!"
"Yes nanny. . . " Carly responded and took it back to the living room. Returning to the kitchen, she found that Gwen had put out a Minnie Mouse place mat for her at the table. "My my! Your diapee sure is wet! We'll deal with that after dindin, come hop up here, I made noodles and beans!"
Carly waddled over, and sat down on the chair that had the place setting set out. She was caught a bit by surprise when Gwen tied a plastic bib around her neck. It hung down just past her nipples, and in the mirror across the room, she could see that there was a duck on it. The girl in the mirror looked alien to her. Pigtailed, naked, with a bib, and a soaked diaper, the reflection mocked her. As she watched her infantile self, she felt a sharp cramp in her gut. OH NO! She winced. "Nanny? Can baby Carly go potty? I need to make a poopie. . ." She tried to say as cutely as she could muster.
"You're such a big girl! Asking to use the potty! Tell you what, you already used your diaper so I'm going to feed you lunch and if you can hold in your poopies like a big girl, we can go use the potty."
"Can't I go potty now?"
"Sweetie! Big girls hold it all the time. Now, " Gwen said as she gathered up some noodles and beans with a small spoon, "here comes the airplane for a landing!"
Carly opened her mouth and let the plane land. It actually tasted okay. She chewed and swallowed and Gwen congratulated her. Another airplane flew in, and then another, and then another. Soon, the backlog of air traffic was causing her backside to get awfully close to a crash landing.
"Nanny. . . I'm full. . . Can I go potty now?" She said, biting her lip as the cramps had turned into a steady pain.
"Alright dear, follow me." Gwen said and offered her hand to Carly. Carly took her hand and started following behind, knowing that her chances at being a big girl were getting slimmer and slimmer with each step. Inside the bathroom, Carly saw that Gwen had put out a little potty beside the toilet for her. "Nanny. . . can I go poopies in the big toilet?" Carly asked. Gwen responded by a quick swat to her soggy butt. Immediately, Carly began hopelessly messing herself. The mass quickly grew in the back of her diaper and changed the light yellow color to a darker brownish color. "Only big girls can use the toilet, and I can see that you're not even ready for the potty! Well, you may as well sit on the baby potty and finish up. At least then we can pretend that you're a big girl."
Carly started to sob and sat down onto the little potty. She finished messing herself and looked up to see Gwen crossing her arms and looking down at her. "That's a bad baby. I thought you wanted to be a big girl and then you go and make poopies in your diaper as soon as you set foot in a bathroom. You must really want to stay a little baby."
"No. . . I just really had to go . . . I'm not a baby . . . I'm . . . I'm a big girl!" Carly said, even if the state of her diapers said otherwise.
"Big girls don't wear diapers. And big girls don't poop themselves as soon as they see a toilet either!" Gwen admonished. "Now let's go get you cleaned up. We will need to remember this so that when you go home your mom can update your potty chart."
"Yes nanny. . ."