The Nanny - Part 1 (Patreon)

"I'm sorry, you clearly have the wrong house," Luna began to shut the door, only for the strange woman outside to step closer, blocking it.

"I'm starting to lose my patience, little one," she said, her formerly cheerful voice taking a darker tone. "It was a funny joke the first time, but we're past that now... Or would you like me to tell your mama that you're misbehaving?"

"I don't have a mama!" Luna insisted.

"Of course you do," the woman told her, a bit gentler now. "Just because she went on business trip doesn't mean she abandoned you forever... That's why she hired me to take care of you."

"No, that's not what I meant!" Luna blushed. "I-I do have a mom, but she doesn't live here... I'm just house sitting for my friend, and she must have forgotten to call you and let you know that she was taking her daughter with her after all. But she never mentioned you to me, so you need to take this up with her, and..."

Luna yelped as she was pushed backwards, the woman easily shoving the door open despite her attempts to shut it. "All right, young lady, that's enough of this game," she said, stepping inside the house. "I gave you plenty of chances, but if you aren't going to obey me like a good little girl, I'm afraid we aren't going to have a very good week together."

Luna gaped up at the woman; she'd seriously misjudged her size, and her strength - once she'd decided she was going to open the door, there hadn't been anything Luna could do to stop it. "O-Okay, you can call her from in here," she conceded, "but she's just going to tell you the same thing I did!"

"Why would I need to do that?" the woman asked. "You're obviously my charge for the week... I can't believe your mama would trust the well-being of her house to somebody in these." 

Luna's cheeks darkened, her eyes widening as the strange woman grabbed at her sleep-shorts and pulled them down with a slight rustle. "Hey, how dare..! What are..?" She frowned, something down there feeling very strange... She glanced down, gasping out loud as she saw that the underwear she'd had on had somehow transformed themselves, having changed into a pair of Goodnites. "No, wait! I don't wear these!" she shook her head.

"Of course you do, don't be silly," the woman patted them, making Luna blush darker and shiver as the padding - so strange and thick compared to her usual panties - was pressed against her. "Don't worry, I know all about your training... In fact, after all that time playing around with the door, it must be time for a potty trip now."

"No, it definitely isn't!" Luna insisted, blushing at the childish term, only for the woman to grab her hand anyway, pulling her through the house without even bothering to pull her shorts back up. Luna stumbled for a few steps as the shorts slid down her legs and around her ankles, finally having to kick them off to keep up, traipsing through her friend's house in just her shirt and the Goodnites that had mysteriously appeared on her, until they came to the bathroom and the woman pulled those down as well, sitting Luna on the toilet.

"All right, cutie, show me what you can do!" the woman smiled at her. Luna shook her head, mortified; she wanted to sink through the floor, or at least get out of this room, but the woman was blocking her path, leaving her little choice but to sit there on the toilet awkwardly.

"I-I don't have to use the toilet," she mumbled, looking away from the woman.

"Of course you do," the woman brushed off her protest. "I saw the way you were squirming there, on the other side of the door... I've taken care of enough little girls to know what that means. I'm surprised you didn't wet yourself right then and there."

Luna shook her head, but the more the woman said, the more she remembered that, yes, her bladder had been feeling pretty full... How had she not noticed until now? It was starting to get uncomfortable, in fact... But she'd always had a bit of a shy bladder, and that was just when somebody else was in a stall next to her - having somebody there, staring straight at her, was ten times worse. "C-Can you turn around at least?" she asked, biting her bottom lip.

"No," the woman told her flat out. "It's my job to watch you, and after that little stunt you pulled, I can tell I have to watch you very, very carefully."

Luna tried to look away, to pretend she wasn't there, but it was no good... After a few minutes, the woman picked her up off the toilet - quite easily, to Luna's surprise - and examined the toilet, shaking her head before pulling the Goodnite up over Luna's bottom and instructing her to wash her hands anyway. "Well, you can at least help me get my stuff in from the car," the woman said, taking Luna's hand and starting to lead her back through the house.

As soon as the woman turned away, Luna felt her nervous muscles loosen... A little too much. She squeaked as she felt a splash of urine escape out of her, soaking into the Goodnite around her. She blushed, trying to pull away from the woman's hand, back to the bathroom, yet she didn't even seem to notice. Luna planned on letting her know she had to go now once they stopped to get her shorts back on... But that didn't happen.

Even as Luna's attempts to stop her, or alter her path, or at least get away from her grip, grew more and more desperate, the woman didn't pay her any mind, not stopping as she pulled the front door open, or yanked Luna through it and across the yard to the car parked in the driveway. "Don't you dare try to run off, young lady," she told Luna sternly, "or you'll regret it."

Luna wasn't sure exactly what the woman meant, but she didn't doubt that she meant it. As the woman opened her trunk and began rooting around in it, Luna's eyes darted back to the front door, wondering if she could make it back inside and lock it before the woman could catch her... The woman's legs were longer, though if Luna could get enough of a head start, she might have a chance...

"What did you do?!" Luna looked up, confused at the woman's unhappy tone until she followed her eyes. Only then, as she saw the now sodden padding between her legs, did she realize her full bladder had fully given up the fight, that the tiny patch of warm wetness had grown, engulfing almost the entire pair of bedwetting pants... And, to her horror, it was still going. She blushed, pushing her legs together, trying to make it stop, even as the woman sighed and shook her head. "And I just gave you a chance to use the potty, too... I guess some children just don't want to learn..."