The Nanny's Challenge - Chapter 13 (Patreon)

Lyra was absolutely mortified, hiding her face long after her diaper had been taped back up, and she'd been plucked off of her secretary's desk, set down on the floor beside it, all the way up until the other woman held a bottle up to her mouth.

She pouted, shook her head, trying to turn it down, but Tracy refused to acknowledge it, keeping it dangling there, brushing against her boss's lips, until Lyra finally said, "I'm not thirsty!"

Or tried to, anyway. She'd barely opened her mouth before the secretary pushed the nipple into her mouth, the regressed woman's mouth instantly filling with warm milk. Her nose wrinkled, diaper crinkling as she squirmed unhappily on the tile floor, Tracy easily following her every move as she attempted to escape the bottle.

"Come on," the larger woman told her after a few moments. "Hold it for me... Some of us have real jobs to do."

Lyra blushed, not even having thought about that. Bashfully, she lifted her hands, taking the bottle, although, as soon as Tracy moved her own hands away, Lyra lowered it. "I-I'm not thirsty right now," she explained again. "I'll have it later, but..."

That was as far as she got before Tracy rolled her eyes, plucking her up off the floor, setting the woman on her lap, one arm wrapped around her, holding her in place, just like it was doing for the bottle. With her other hand, she continued to work, paying Lyra no mind, ignoring her wriggling, and her muffled pleas to stop, or at least let her down so that the entire office couldn't see her there.

"Wow," Tracy commented once Lyra had drained the whole drink, "that's much better. You're quiet, and still, and I can get stuff done... Maybe I should constantly be feeding you bottles..."

"No!" Lyra squeaked, shaking her head with a blush.

"Why not?" Tracy set the girl down on her desk, staring her in the eyes, grabbing her by the chin to force her to look at her when she tried to duck her head towards her nervously swinging feet instead. "What's the worst that could happen, little Lyra? You wet yourself? Don't worry, I have plenty of diapers to change you into..."

"B-But..." Lyra gulped. "I-If that happens..."

"What?" Tracy asked pointedly. "You'll fail your potty training? From what I understand, you already are... And I like you way better this way, rather than as the bossy, grumpy grown-up you normally are."

"Nooo!" Lyra wailed, tears springing to her eyes, legs kicking faster, silenced only by, as threatened, another bottle. She was put back onto the secretary's lap, helplessly guzzling down more milk, feeling her bladder getting fuller and fuller, until, before she was done, she'd earned another bad mark on her potty training chart, putting her another step closer to losing this challenge.

"Lyra!" Tracy scolded, bouncing her on her leg when she felt the diaper warming against it, the woman blushing and sucking harder on the bottle as her illusions that she could keep it a secret a bit longer were shattered. "You really are just a baby, aren't you?"

She had to stay in the soggy diaper until she finished that bottle, at which time the changing pad came out again... Still on the desk. "Please!" she sniffed. "M-My office is so close!"

Tracy didn't hear, or care, laying the woman back down on the mat, changing her into another fresh diaper... And then a second layer. "We don't want any leaks!" she teased, setting her boss on the floor again, paci in her mouth.

Lyra sucked quietly on it, staring up at the secretary. Was she really that bad? For the woman to think it was better to have to stop what she was doing to change her diaper, rather than having her as an adult, working on her own stuff... 

It was a humbling thought, and one that stuck with her for a while, since there was nothing else there for her to do other than ponder it, and wait for the next time Tracy decided she needed a bottle. 

From the floor, with no good view of the secretary's computer, or any other place to see the time, she had no idea how long she was stuck there, not daring to get up, or risk any more of Tracy's wrath. She could feel her tummy start getting rumbly, however, and she was determined that was one thing that wasn't going to happen again. No matter how many times she had to pee her pants today, thanks to Tracy's whims, she wasn't going to be reduced to that. 

"Umm..." Immediately upon deciding that, though, and that she ought to do something about it now, her courage abandoned her. Tracy was so big, and scary, now, and she had ultimate authority over her, basically... She didn't dare do anything to anger her, or who knew what would happen?! She blushed, unable to stop herself from wondering if this was how her workers saw her.

"M-Miss Tracy?" she mumbled quietly, tugging at the woman's skirt, flinching when she turned around, dribbling into her waiting, thirsty diapers. 

"What is it, Lyra?" the secretary asked.

"I-I just..." Lyra stammered. "I-I mean, I think..."

"Oh, you're right!" Tracy chuckled, shaking her head. "It is that time, isn't it? Let's go!"

To Lyra's surprise, Tracy stood up, offering her hand. She gratefully took it, happy she didn't have to say it, even if it was embarrassing to think the other woman had known, without words, what was happening. 

Or maybe not. "Here you go," Tracy picked up the lollipop Lyra had gotten from the receptionist, unwrapping it, putting it in the girl's other hand, taking the pacifier and setting it on her desk in its place. 

"I-I'm not..." Lyra furrowed her brow, frowning, not really wanting to take that into the bathroom with her.

"Even naughty girls like you deserve a treat now and then," Tracy told her. "Besides, you need to keep your energy up... This is going to take a while." 

"Wh-What do...?" Lyra asked, before getting pulled forward, waddling to keep up with the secretary's longer legs as she led her not to the bathroom, but to the desk of the nearest worker. She was certain most everyone had seen her make her entrance, and, if not, had gotten a good view of one of her diaper changes, yet she was still bashful enough to try to hide her face with the giant lollipop as much as she could.

"How are things going?" Tracy asked, the worker giving a progress report while Lyra stared at the huge, swirly candy in front of her face, her eyes getting lost in the shape, the sweet smell of fake strawberry flavoring and sugar invading her nose... She didn't need all that candy, but it would be a shame for it to go to waste, wouldn't it?

"Sound excellent to me," Tracy smiled. "What do you think, Lyra?"

"Umm..." Lyra hated how dumb she knew she must sound, but there wasn't much else she could say. She'd been so busy with her lollipop, she hadn't heard a word they'd said until then. "S-Sounds good to me?"

"Lyra!" Tracy scolded. "Were you even listening?"

"Y-Yes!" Lyra fibbed, knowing that was how she was supposed to respond. She gulped, feeling another trickle in her diaper as her secretary knelt down in front of her. "N-No, ma'am," she shook her head.

"I didn't think so. You know lying is bad... And that I'm allowed to punish you." Lyra nodded, well aware of both those things, though her diaper grew wetter, hearing the woman remind her of it. "Behave yourself. I'm not going to make Mike go through that all again. Keep up the good work." The last was definitely directed at the worker, and not Lyra, as Tracy took the toddler's hand, leading her to the next desk.

Lyra did her very best to concentrate this time, but the lollipop was so tempting, right there in her hand, and why would she have been given it if she wasn't supposed to eat it? Quickly, the swirl consumed her whole mind, interrupted only by Tracy giving her arm a shake and asking, for what seemed like the second time, at least, "Do you have anything to add?"

"K-Keep up the good work," Lyra parroted what she'd heard Tracy say last time, and that appeared to do the trick, allowing her to return to her candy, although, she realized, it was so enthralling she could barely walk and lick it at the same time without falling flat on her face, saved only by Tracy catching her, the lollipop bouncing against her face, smearing against it, at the sudden stop.

It was so simple, so carefree... For the few moments she was pulled out of it, Lyra was embarrassed she enjoyed it as much as she did. This was probably what it was like to be an actual toddler... This was probably what it had been like to be Hallie. And, as she discovered, things snuck up on her fast in this state.

She'd known she had to poop before they'd started on these rounds, of course, and, occasionally, she'd notice it getting worse in one of her brief windows of lucidity, but it wasn't until it was truly desperate that her mind accepted something had to be done, that it was more important than going back to her lollipop.

"M-Miss Tracy!" she whined, squeezing her legs together as far as they would go in her double diapers, bouncing in place. "I-I really hafta go potty!"

And, by then, it was too late. She gasped, feeling her legs squatting down without her permission, feeling her stomach start to push, feeling her extra thick diapers begin to swell outwards, filling with the warm mush she was pumping into them, red-faced, as she squeezed her secretary's hand a little tighter, every moment that went by without the lollipop letting her mind clear a bit more, forcing her to accept the full, mortifying reality of what was happening.

But it was only when it was over, lumpy, mucky diaper drooping between her legs, that she noticed the final detail of it. The desk they were standing by, that she'd put on that babyish display in front of, was the one that belonged to the worker that she'd berated last time she'd been in the office, telling him he should probably quite if he couldn't figure something out. At this point, she didn't even remember what it was he'd had issues with... She could only see him, smirking down at her, having just witnessed the ultimate infantile act.

"Wow," he reached down, giving the seat of her full pants a pat. "Maybe you should just quit potty training, huh?"

Mortified, Lyra raised the lollipop to her mouth, craving that childish oblivion, even if she knew she'd eventually have to accept the idea that half the office had seen her toddling around with a load in her diaper. "I don't think so," Tracy snatched the candy away. "Do you mind?" The worker shook his head, and Tracy dropped the lollipop into his garbage can. "Maybe he has a point, Lyra... Either way, I definitely don't think you deserve a treat after what you just did!"

Lyra's stomach churned, this time because of what she'd done, instead of what she could feel she was getting ready to do. Without the lollipop, it would be far harder to ignore what was happening, to distance herself from the humiliation of waddling through the place where she had the most authority in a dirty diaper, regressed into a toddler, and clearly fitting the role to a T. Already, she felt her cheeks heating up, the mush squishing around her bottom as she fidgeted anxiously. "I-It's not my fault!" she pouted, stomping her Mary Janes, completing the depiction of her from the drawing that had been circulated the other day, while she drew even more attention to herself, guaranteeing that everyone was looking at her and her stinky pants. "You didn't take me to the potty!"

"Hey!" Tracy gave her a hard whack on the back of her diaper, giving the girl a fresh, squishy reminder of what she'd done. "Don't blame this on me, little lady! You barely finished asking before you were already going."

Lyra blushed, stomping her foot again. "Well, I told you earlier, and..."

"Do you mind?" Tracy seemed to ignore her, turning to the worker instead, taking his chair once he'd stood up and sitting in it herself, then yanking the red-faced toddler into her lap. "I told you not to lie, Lyra, and now you're throwing a tantrum, too?"

The Nanny had threatened Lyra with a spanking more than once, but never followed through; Lyra was certain Tracy wouldn't, either, until the first swat landed, far harder than what she'd been given a minute before, while she was standing, enough to silence her protests with a pained gasp, the bulky of two diapers and a messy accident not enough to stop it from hurting.

"N-No!" she shook her head desperately. "I-I'm sorry!"

"I don't think you are," Tracy told her, gently, but firmly. "I think you want to get out of your spanking... And I'm afraid this has been coming for a long time."

"Owww!" Lyra howled, the second spank landing, harder than the first. "B-But I didn't lie!" she squirmed frantically, trying to get off the secretary's lap. "I-I..." She gulped, realizing Tracy was right... She'd intended to ask for the bathroom, only for the woman to think she meant something else, and then she'd let herself get so wrapped up in the lollipop, she hadn't brought it back up until it was too late. It had been so easy to do, too... She could see how it could happen to her daughter, felt bad for being so mean to her about it...

For now, however, there was nothing she could do about it. "Ouch!" she yelped, Tracy delivering another whack to her wiggling bottom. She could practically feel it growing pink beneath her diaper, swelling slightly, getting sore, and knew that sitting on the floor next to her secretary's desk was going to be much more painful, and nearly impossible to do without a lot of tearful, whiny squirming. And then when she got home... Whether Tracy told her or not, there was no way the Nanny wouldn't be able to tell, wouldn't be disappointed in her... She only hoped the Nanny wouldn't tell Hallie about this...

Lyra kicked her legs and cried, coming through the other side of her well-deserved spanking a much quieter, meeker baby, sucking her thumb as she toddled around the second half of the tour. Tracy didn't bother asking her to contribute, but she didn't have to... Her workers were all doing shockingly well on their own, making just as much progress, if not more, as they would on any day that she spent constantly checking in on them.

They didn't need her. Or, rather, they didn't need her as much as she'd thought. She could go easier on them, and nothing would fall apart... And, in turn, she could go easier on herself. Maybe she didn't have to spend as much time at the office... Maybe she could be spending more time with Hallie, instead.

Lyra was silent until they returned to Tracy's desk, where, finally, she tugged her thumb out of her mouth. "M-Miss Tracy?" she sniffled, tugging at her skirt.

The woman turned around, bending over. "What, sweetie?" she asked.

"I-I'm really sorry," Lyra told her, actually meaning it this time. "I-I haven't been a very good boss, have I?"

"You've been a terror," Tracy replied honestly. "Which is much easier to take when you look like this." Lyra couldn't help giggling as the secretary gave her tummy a tickle through the dress.

She wasn't done, though, so she calmed down as quickly as she could. "I promise, I'll try to do better from now on," she said. 

"Just like you tried to make it to the potty on time?" Tracy teased, poking her squishy bottom.

"No!" Lyra blushed, shaking her head. "B-Better than that."

"I hope so," the other woman nodded. "Because you really didn't do very good at that, did you?"

Lyra groaned at the teasing, but accepted it, knowing she couldn't deny it, and that, after all the abuse she'd given her secretary in her time at the company, she deserved it. "I-If you think I need to be punished more... I-I get it." She gulped nervously, terrified about what that could mean.

"Such a brave little girl!" Tracy smiled. "I do think there's one thing you can do..." She opened up her desk, pulling out a stack of construction paper, and a box of crayons. "I think you can sit your bottom down right there and write apologies to everyone here. Do you think you can do that?"

Lyra nodded; that wasn't as bad as she'd expected. Except... She blushed, fidgeting in place. "Lyra, you do know all their names, don't you?"

Lyra wanted to lie, knew that, as the boss, she really should... But she also knew lying was bad, and she didn't want to be a bad girl anymore today. "N-No, ma'am," she said quietly.

"That's all right," Tracy chuckled, ruffling her hair. "I'll print a list out for you."

"Th-Thank you, ma'am," Lyra said gratefully. "And, umm... C-Could you maybe...?"

"I'm going to give you the benefit of the doubt and assume you aren't about to ask me to change you," Tracy interrupted her. "Because babies don't get to choose when that happens, do they?"

Lyra pouted, nearly stomping her foot again, until she thought better of it. "No, ma'am," she sulked, reluctantly lowering herself down onto her throbbing, messy backside, grabbing a crayon to start with the first letter, starting with the names she did know so she wouldn't have to bother Tracy for the list.

It took much longer than she'd anticipated, surely not helped by her shrunken, weakened hands, or the double distractions coming from her bottom, every tiny shift of her weight allowing them to remind her of what she'd done, of how she'd learned this lesson that she was doing her best to assure all her workers had, in fact, sunken through her skull this time around.

She was shocked when Tracy stopped her to lift her up onto the desk, tying a bib around her neck to spoon feed her baby food, followed by another bottle. Was it really lunchtime already?! And was she really getting this used to baby food that she didn't put up a fuss, or ask for anything else? That was, perhaps, motivated at least partially by not wanting to anger her secretary, though she truly was getting worryingly used to the taste, and texture, of the mushy stuff.

"All right," Tracy said when it was done, getting out the changing mat. "I think you'd learned your lesson... And I don't want you to get a rash."

Lyra had never been more grateful for a clean diaper, even giving Tracy a big hug when the change was done. Her attitude shifted slightly when she was forced to carry it herself across the office, to the bathroom, to throw it away herself, but she knew it wasn't really fair of her to make the secretary do it, either... She was the one who had used it, after all, and Tracy had been nice enough to let her out of it, when she probably could have left her in it until the Nanny returned.

And that wasn't the last time Lyra had to face her workers that day, either. It took until nearly quitting time, but, hours later, and with a writing hand that felt nearly as sore as her spanked bottom, Lyra had a stack of apologies.

"Very good!" Tracy complimented her, patting her on the head condescendingly. "Are you a big enough girl to carry them all?"

"Uh-huh!" Lyra nodded, stumbling to her feet, and immediately feeling like less of a big girl at the sloshing in her diaper. She wasn't sure how she'd missed it - it had probably happened gradually, as she'd been busy writing, and she'd just gotten so used to it she didn't pay any attention to it - but she was soaked.

"Honestly, Lyra," Tracy chuckled. "Maybe Rob was right... Maybe potty training just isn't for you."

"Yes, it is!" she pouted. "I'm not a baby!"

"If you say so," Tracy smirked. "Hold on, I'll change you, again, little miss not-a-baby. It won't be much of an apology if you make a puddle in front of someone's desk while you do it."

Pink bum wrapped in a fresh diaper, Lyra made her rounds once more, this time handing out her hand-written letters, promising she was going to be a better boss in the future, Tracy trailing behind, watching, then offering each of the workers a thumbtack so they could hang it up in their cubicle. Part of Lyra wanted to be independent, to tell the woman she could do that, too, but her tiny, chubby arms could barely juggle all the paper... She definitely would have wound up dropping the tacks if she had to deal with them as well.

And that was okay. Sometimes, it was all right to accept help, Lyra thought to herself, as she blushingly handed over another piece of construction paper with a, "I-I really am sorry," before toddling on to the next desk, diaper crinkling away. Her real challenge, once she was allowed to be big enough to do it again, was to learn how to give that help properly, without being the nightmare boss, and mother, she had been before all this started.