The Nanny's Challenge - Chapter 12 (Patreon)

"Oh, my," Miss Maddie mused, glancing over at Lyra, squirming on the changing table, as her onesie was unsnapped by the Nanny. "Somebody has not had a good day."

Lyra whined, trying to reach down, to hide her bulging, messy diaper from the sight of the woman, and her daughter, and the Nanny, and anyone else who happened to be nearby. She'd been glad, at first, that the Nanny wasn't going to make her go home like this, that she wouldn't have to toddle out through the lobby in a dirty diaper, but, somehow, she hadn't pieced together the fact that it was going to be happening out here, in the open.

"Aww, it's okay," Miss Maddie assured her, patting her on the head. "It happens to everyone! Don't worry, I'm sure you'll be potty trained in no time, just like your big sister here."

Lyra blushed, whimpering, while Hallie beamed. Hallie was her daughter, not her big sister, and she wasn't potty trained! That was what had started this whole thing... If she had been, they never would have met the Nanny, who then couldn't have humiliated Lyra like this, turned her into a baby, made her wear diapers, and use them... Of course, she could hardly blame Miss Maddie for assuming otherwise, considering how things looked. And even she wasn't sure how potty trained Hallie was anymore... She'd been so concerned with her own, she hadn't kept track. All she knew for certain was that the girl wasn't in diapers... And she definitely was.

So, really... The worker wasn't wrong. Hallie was more potty trained than her, and undeniably bigger than her, at the moment. She had been for the whole day, at this point, since, unlike the previous one, Lyra hadn't had the chance to be a grown-up at work. It had only been a day, yet already it was starting to feel like this form was natural, like it was almost what she was meant to be...

She shook her head vehemently; that wasn't true! She was an adult! She didn't deserve to be a toddler instead! Miss Maddie cooed, clearly misinterpreting her action. "I know it seems really hard right now," she smiled, "but I promise, it will happen."

Thankfully, she had other kids to look after, and left Lyra alone to get her fresh diaper in peace, although her words kept echoing in the regressed woman's mind. Obviously, she wasn't convinced that Lyra was potty trained at all at this point, and it was hard to blame her. 'One day' it would happen... Would that day come before the three months was up?! 

It didn't feel like it, as she toddled out of the daycare, new diaper under her onesie, the Nanny holding one of her hands, and Hallie the other, back past the receptionist, who gave her a wave, and down the street, into the Nanny's shortcut back home. Being taken to her room didn't help, either, as she saw the charts. Her own was already filled out, including the messy accident she'd ended the day with... Even though it seemed unlikely that the Nanny would have been negligent with it, she held out hope that Hallie's wasn't done yet, since, for the day, it was completely blank.

"Well," the Nanny said, "this bet doesn't seem to be going so well for you, does it?"

"You cheated!" Lyra stomped her foot. "You made me little, and...!"

"I do not cheat, young lady," the Nanny informed her coldly. "Honestly, you should feel proud; you did most of the work to get your daughter here. I just gave her the final push she needed to finish up."

Lyra groaned, realizing she was right, as was the chart... Hallie had made it through the day without a single accident. Taking in the chart as a whole, she was already building up an insurmountable lead. Perhaps, if she could get used to this, she could stop having accidents herself soon... But unless Hallie had a relapse, it wouldn't matter.

Then again... "This has happened before," she sniffed, pointing at Hallie's chart. "It doesn't mean anything! It's one day!"

"Lyra!" the Nanny scolded her. "If you cannot feel proud of yourself, you should at least feel proud of your daughter. Maybe this is why she's had so much trouble so far... You are so quick to point out her failures, but you refuse to acknowledge her successes. If she had someone to believe in her for the good she did, and not berate her for a few mistakes, she would have the confidence she needed to make it over that final hurdle."

Lyra blushed, staring up at the woman in shock. Was she right? Was this her fault? She supposed, in a way, it always had been, since potty training was something done when kids were too young to do much of anything on their own, so it was mostly on her, but... 

"Th-Then it's your fault I'm doing so badly!" she sulked. "You're making me feel bad for a few accidents, so..."

"You are an adult," the Nanny replied. "Whether you look - or act - like one or not. And I would hardly call what you've done 'a few' at this point. I sent you to daycare so you could concentrate fully on staying dry, and clean, and you did even worse."

"Well, I couldn't do that!" Lyra fumed. "I didn't have to work, but there was still other stuff to deal with!"

"Interesting," the Nanny raised an eyebrow. "Do you think Hallie also has other things to deal with?"

Lyra could see where this was going, but she couldn't think of much else to say to stop it than, "W-Well, yeah..." as she fidgeted in place.

"So, if you can use that as an excuse, she should be allowed to as well, don't you agree?"

Lyra looked down at her feet, cheeks red. "I-If I say yes, will you erase all those frowny faces, and that cloud?"

"What's done is done, little one," the Nanny told her gently. "We cannot change the past... All we can do is try to change the future. You already used all those diapers, so you have to deal with the consequences; Hallie did not use her Pull-Ups even once, so she gets to reap the rewards. Are you going to continue to be grumpy, or would you like to come congratulate her?"

There was a part of Lyra that wanted to point out, again, that this had happened plenty of times, that Hallie had earned her way back into panties more than once, only to lose them after a few days... But she couldn't shake the idea that the Nanny could be right. "I-I'll be good," she nodded, following the woman into Hallie's room.

Hallie was waiting there, playing with her toys, hopping up as soon as she saw she had visitors. "Is it time?" she squealed.

"Yes, it is, dear," the Nanny said, walking over to the girl's dresser, pulling open the top drawer, producing a pair of pink underwear. "These are for you."

"Yay!" Hallie giggled, hugging them to her chest as the Nanny helped her out of her still dry Pull-Up, holding the panties out for the girl to step into. Lyra watched silently, feeling jealous, but, at the same time, like the Nanny had mentioned, proud. What did it matter how many times it had happened already? Clearly, as she'd found out first-hand, this was a difficult task... That she'd gotten that far at all was worthy of some kind of praise.

"Congratulations," she told her daughter, opening her arms for a hug. 

Hallie scooped her up, giving her a big squeeze, making her feel even more like the little sister Miss Maddie had assumed she was than the realization that she was now the only one in the house wearing padding, at least during the day, now. "Thank you, Mommy!"

It felt nice, peaceful... Lyra could almost forget everything going on as she lost herself in it for a few moments. She hoped Hallie felt this way, when she hugged her - when she was the bigger one, anyway - but she couldn't help wondering if she did, or if the girl was worried about what the next thing her mother was going to find to scold her over would be.

"Hallie, would you look after your mother for me?" the Nanny asked. "I need to make dinner."

"I can help!" Hallie offered.

"You will be," the woman winked. "Keep her occupied, and out from under my feet."

She was asking the girl to babysit her, Lyra knew, and Hallie probably did, too. Lyra wanted to point out she didn't need that, but the Nanny was already bustling out, after Hallie nodded. "Do you want to play with my dolls?" Hallie offered.

"No!" Lyra squeaked, recalling the first afternoon, and what had happened in the dollhouse. She didn't trust any of the toys after that, honestly, as she looked around the room, her imagination running wild with ways they could all be used to humiliate her, or teach her some kind of lesson, or, most likely, both. "C-Can we just... watch some TV?"

It was a rare offer; Lyra rarely let Hallie just watch television, certain there were other, more productive and educational things she could be doing, and she almost never joined her, definitely having more important stuff to deal with herself. Hallie was happy to take advantage of it, taking her hand and leading her into the living room, switching it on and flipping through the channels until she settled on a cartoon, sitting down with a smile before, a moment later, asking, "Is this okay?"

"Whatever you want," Lyra told her. It was for Hallie, really... Even if Lyra was the one being babysat, Hallie was the child here, and she was only looking for something to keep her distracted. As she sat beside the girl, however, she found herself getting drawn in, too, watching, getting engrossed in the story, thinking more about that than the rather faint twinge in her bladder, much less obvious than it would have been a few days ago, before the Nanny had come into their lives and changed everything.

"Oh!" Hallie exclaimed, hopping off the sofa with a blush. "Be right back!"

It was only after seeing her dash away in the direction of the bathroom that Lyra realized how much she needed to use it herself... But by then, it was already too late, the impact of her feet hitting the floor in front of the sofa enough to jolt her, sending a trickle of urine into her waiting diaper. She blushed, squeezing her legs together... Once it had started, however, there was no stopping it, and all that did was let her feel the padding slowly filling up even more clearly as it warmed against her thighs, growing soggy and saggy, although, with the onesie, it didn't have far to go.

When she saw Hallie return, she couldn't help hoping she hadn't made it, although she immediately felt bad about rooting against her daughter that way. She looked unhappy, though, so it was possible... At least, if that happened, she wouldn't be pulling further ahead in the competition.

"I'm sorry," she sniffed, looking down at Lyra. "That was selfish of me. I'm s'posed to be looking after you, and I didn't ask if you had to go potty, too."

Lyra's heart melted, realizing Hallie wasn't upset about something she'd done after all. "No, it's okay," she promised. "I-I don't." Not anymore, anyway.

She was positive the Nanny knew right away, as soon as she came into the living room; if she didn't then, she definitely did a minute later when she picked Lyra up to deposit her into her high chair, sliding a finger between snaps on the onesie to check her. She also seemed to know about what Hallie had said, however, not bringing it up until after supper, when she excused the two of them to go get Lyra changed, while Hallie cleared the table.

They had a nice, quiet evening, even if Lyra wasn't pleased about being put to bed earlier than Hallie yet again. She fell asleep pretty quickly, however, after her long day, and woke up the next morning soaked, a sensation she was getting worryingly used to.

"It's quite the lovely day," the Nanny declared as she burst in, opening up the curtains and windows, letting sunlight into what had become of Lyra's room... And allowing anyone who might want to peer inside to see it, and her in her tiny, regressed state, something that got far more worrisome when the Nanny changed her out of her sleeper and into just a small, polka-dotted t-shirt, and diaper.

It was hard to protest, especially after seeing herself in the mirror, realizing how natural it looked, considering what she'd become. It was nice out, the breeze blowing in through the windows the perfect temperature for the minimal outfit, no matter how embarrassing it was.

Of course, the embarrassment didn't stop there. "Would you like to be my helper?" the Nanny asked Hallie when she arrived at the breakfast table in her shorts and t-shirt, and the girl eagerly nodded. "We don't want to spend all morning cleaning Lyra up again, so how would you like to feed her?"

Lyra whined, shaking her head at the Nanny as the woman tied the bib around her neck, but Hallie had already practically shouted, "Yes!"

It wasn't bad, if she was being honest... Hallie was patient, and gentle, not trying to force too much of the oatmeal into her mouth at a time, waiting for her to finish chewing and swallowing before getting her more. If she'd been doing this to a smaller kid, it would have been cute... But that smaller kid was Lyra herself, wearing nothing over her bulky diapers, while Hallie was getting to wear big girl panties again. That little sister moniker Miss Maddie had bestowed on her was feeling more and more accurate...

And then it was time to head out for the day, and, to Lyra's horror, the Nanny slid a pair of Velcro shoes onto her feet and fastened them up, not bothering with anything else. "B-But..." she pouted, tugging at her shirt as she was led back towards the front door, trying in vain to hide her diaper with it. "E-Everyone's going to see!"

"Everyone already knows," the Nanny informed her. "You don't think that onesie was disguising anything, do you?"

Lyra blushed, the idea hardly a comfort to her as she was ushered outside, toddling along to Hallie's daycare, where there was no question that she wasn't going to be admitted herself... She was far too immature for that now, even more than the day before, which she wouldn't have believed was possible then.

"A-Are you going to make me go to daycare again?" she asked the Nanny as they left, moving on to the next stop.

"Is that what you want?"

"No!" Lyra squealed quickly. "O-Of course not!" How could she even ask that?! She was an adult, obviously she didn't want to be taken to daycare... Although going to work this way wasn't much better. She was pretty sure the Nanny would let her grow up again, if that was her location, which would be a relief after so long as a toddler... But after how mean she'd been to the people working under her the last time she was there, and finding out first-hand, from the daycare, what that felt like, she wasn't certain she was ready to face them.

The Nanny stopped, kneeling down in front of Lyra, looking the girl in the eyes. "Are you certain, Lyra?" she asked, gently grabbing her chin when she tried to look away. "I'll leave it up to you today, little one."

"I-I want to go to work," she said quietly, barely convincing herself.

"Are you sure?" the Nanny asked again.

"Yes!" Lyra glared at her, stomping her foot. What did the woman want her to do, admit she wanted to spend her time at daycare?! That definitely wasn't true! Or, if it was, it was only because of the alternative, and the fear of running around the office, trying to keep her diaper hidden in whatever outfit she wound up in when her current clothes finally changed.

The Nanny arched an eyebrow, and stood back up, leading Lyra through her shortcut to the front of her office building. Lyra knew right away she was still small, glaring up at the woman as she continued to pull her closer to the door. "I said I want to go to work!" she sulked. "I hafta be big for that! Do whatever you do, and..."

She fell silent as the Nanny guided her inside, cheeks burning as she saw the receptionist again, knowing right away what it meant. "Hello, cutie!" the woman exclaimed, stepping out from around her post, kneeling down, opening her arms. Reluctantly, Lyra toddled forward, letting herself get hugged, squirming as she got a few pats on the diaper as well, feeling like they were even worse today than the day before, since there was nothing separating the diaper itself from the woman's hand. There was no way she hadn't known what Lyra was wearing the first time... But now, she was double certain the woman knew, since she was seeing it and feeling it.

"I have a special treat for you today," the receptionist told her when she was done, standing up and reaching behind her desk for an oversized, rainbow striped lollipop. There was something familiar about it, something that didn't feel right...

"What do you say, Lyra?" the Nanny gave her a harsh tap on the rear of her diaper.

"Th-Thank you," Lyra said, reaching out and taking it nervously.

"You're very welcome," the woman smiled.

"I told you," Lyra hissed at the Nanny, as soon as they were far enough away from the desk that she didn't think the receptionist would overhear, "I don't wanna go to daycare!"

"I heard you, Lyra," the Nanny informed her. "Calm down."

"I can't calm down!" Lyra growled. "You're not listening to me, and... Wh-Where are you going?!"

The Nanny didn't take the turn she had the day before the one that led to daycare... Instead, she continued straight on, to the elevators that led upwards, to her office. "I'm giving you what you said you wanted, Lyra," she said.

"B-But you didn't..." Lyra shook her head, cheeks blazing. She looked down at herself to confirm it, only to realize there had been a change after all... Just not the one she'd expected. Her shirt had grown, ever so slightly, morphing into a polka-dotted dress instead, with puffy sleeves, and a hem that left almost as much of her diaper exposed as the t-shirt had. Her Velcro sneakers had changed into a pair of shiny, black Mary Janes, and, when she looked back up in shock, she could feel a pair of ponytails swinging from her head.

Along with the lollipop, she knew exactly what this was, and she didn't like it one bit. The Nanny had dressed her up like the cartoon one of her workers had drawn of her the last time she was here... And she was taking her right into the midst of them that way. 

"No!" Lyra gasped, feeling her diaper growing slightly warm and wet around her bottom. "You can't do this!"

"Oh, Lyra," the Nanny sighed, shook her head. "Why didn't you ask me to take you to the bathroom? We just passed it."

"That's not the point!" Lyra stomped her foot.

"Your chart would say otherwise," the Nanny smirked, Lyra flinching when she heard the bell of the elevator arriving at its destination. Her stomach churned as, in the split second before the doors opened, she prayed this was a joke, that they were going to split apart and reveal somewhere else altogether...

They didn't. It was her office, the way she'd seen it countless times. She glanced down again, hoping that had changed instead, and the Nanny had only been taunting her, waiting until the last moment to do it... But it was still the toddler version of Lyra who was practically dragged out of the elevator, damp diaper on full display for all of her workers to see.

"Stop it!" she hissed quietly, feeling all eyes on her as she was pulled forward against her will. "Pl-Please..."

"There she is!" Lyra paled, hearing the sound of her secretary's voice, recalling how she'd snapped at her the last time she'd been here. "We missed you yesterday... Is she feeling less cranky today?"

"Not by much," the Nanny admitted. "I almost feel bad making you deal with her, Tracy."

"Oh, don't worry," the secretary chuckled. "I'm used to it!" Lyra gasped as she was picked up, set down on the secretary's lap, the woman instantly starting to bounce her there. "Uh-oh, wet already?"

What was going on?! Lyra had expected shock, or for the woman to assume she was Hallie, or some other little kid... She was acting like this was completely normal!

"Afraid so," the Nanny replied. 

"Somebody is never getting out of diapers!" Tracy teased, tickling Lyra's tummy, the tiny woman giggling despite herself. "That's all right... I'll take care of it."

Lyra's eyes widened as the woman pulled open one of the drawers on her desk, pulling out a changing pad, spreading it out on her desk, right in front of the whole office, lying her down on top of it. "N-No!" Lyra whimpered, shaking her head. "L-Let's do this in my office, at least!"

"Such a bossy little thing," the secretary chuckled, before pushing a pacifier into her mouth. "That takes care of that!"

"And don't forget," the Nanny told her, giving the frantically squirming Lyra a significant look, "if she misbehaves too much, you can feel free to discipline her however you like."

"Don't worry," Tracy grinned down at Lyra, untaping her soggy diaper, exposing her, seemingly without a thought, or care, about how out in the open she was, "I know exactly how to deal with her..."