The Maid (Patreon)

The first four of these are some you may recognize, if you've been a fan for a while, or just gone through my older stuff. I decided to just go ahead and put the original four in those post, too, so that's what the first half of these are, but this is from long before I started posting the text separately, and I'm feeling too lazy to transcribe it all at the moment. So, the text in the post is just for the new captions, which were commissioned by an anonymous Patron. The pictures are all the property of AdultBabySource/AdultBaby.xxx.

"Come on!" Penny pleaded, nibbling her bottom lip as she stared up at the woman, the person who had been her maid just a couple days before, who had found out about Penny's little secret, and taken over her life, declaring herself a nanny instead. "Not here... I-It's bad enough you're making me do this, you can't..."

The question of what the nanny could or could not do was answered with a swat to Penny's mushy seat, the result of her very first dirty diaper. She'd been into this stuff for a while, long enough to have her own AB/DL nursery assembled... But using the diapers had never been part of her fantasy. She'd known she wouldn't like it, and been right; unfortunately, that didn't matter anymore, as the long, bumpy ride to work had shown.

"C-Can we at least wait until I'm past the front desk?" Penny sniffed. "I-If the receptionists see me..."

The nanny raised an eyebrow, planted her hands on her hips. Defeated, without the strength to see what the nanny would do if she fought back, Penny dropped to her knees, positive that the dress she'd been put in was nowhere near long enough to keep the seat of her dirty diaper hidden, she started to crawl, feeling the cool air on her legs, padded backside swaying back and forth as she crept forward, through the whole office.

Everyone saw her, she had no doubt, and their amusement at seeing her on her hands and knees was enough to make them watch her go, get a good glimpse at the discoloration on the rear of her diaper, see the sag, even if they somehow hadn't noticed the smell. By the time she reached the CEO's office, right next to her old one, there was little point going in, telling him she quit... Surely, he already knew what was going on, and would have fired her anyway. Nobody could possibly give her the respect a vice president needed, and deserved, after this.

"Go right on in, Penny," his secretary smirked down at her. "He's been expecting you."

Penny whimpered, staring up at her nanny. "A-Are you coming in?" she asked. She could blame it on the woman, have her explain how she was making Penny quit... Though, there was a good chance she'd let him know that it hadn't been her idea, that the diapers themselves were the only thing she'd brought to the table, since Penny hadn't had any disposables.

"I'll be waiting for you right here, Penny," the nanny told her, opening up the office door, then closing it behind the hesitant, crawling girl, sitting down outside.

Penny gulped, her boss looking larger and more imposing than ever. It took her a moment to think to scramble to her feet, pulling her dress down. The drooping diaper still poked out, but it wasn't as obvious... Maybe he wouldn't notice, would assume those stories he'd heard from her trip up here were exaggerations...

"L-Listen, sir..." she stammered, wishing she'd had space in her brain to think about what she was going to say, instead of having all of it taken up with sheer mortification. "I-I know how this..."

"Sit down, Penny," he ordered.

She wrinkled her nose, fidgeting. "I-I'd rather..."

"Sit!" he snapped, and, automatically, she grabbed one of the chairs, starting to pull it in front of his desk, feeling more like a student having been called in front of a principal, not a vice president, the second in command... "No, not there," he said. "I don't want to have those cleaned. You can sit on the floor."

She blushed, reluctantly doing so, suppressing a squeak as she felt her bottom sink into the mess once more.

"I'm going to give you one chance," he told her. "I want to hear what possible reason my vice president could have for showing up to work late, dressed like... this..." he waved a hand at her, looking nearly as disgusted as she did, "and parading around for our employees to see. One chance, Penny... And I want to hear the truth, or I'll bend you over the desk right now and give you the spanking you so clearly need."

Penny felt her diaper grow warm, imagining that. Spankings were another thing that had never been a part of her fantasies, although the nanny had already made them a big part of her life. She was still sore, in fact, the thought of her boss tearing off her diaper, finding her bottom not only messy, but pink, warming her cheeks as well. She couldn't let that happen, couldn't risk it... So, like it or not, her only option was to tell the truth, confess to him her deepest, darkest secret. At the very least, she told herself, it wouldn't be a surprise, considering what she'd shown up in his office wearing, and the smell that was starting to surround her...

She did try to blame it on the nanny, to tell him that she was the one making her do this, but it only went so far, as she was too scared of making a mistake, of contradicting herself, to lie about where all the clothes had come from, of what the maid had seen to encourage her to do this in the first place. In the end, he didn't spank her, thankfully...

He also didn't turn down her resignation, even after she explained it wasn't her choice. "I think that would be for the best," he agreed. "Now, go ahead and get going... I wouldn't want you to miss your naptime."

They'd worked together for years... Was this really how it was going to end?! She looked up at him from the floor, squirming in her stinky diaper, as he turned back to the computer, paying no attention to her. At least, she thought as she resignedly got onto her hands and knees, not even considering standing back up, he might not see her messy bottom that way... Everyone else did, however, on her crawl of shame back out of the building.

Slowly, as she made her way back to the nanny's car, it dawned on her that this was truly it... There was no turning back. She'd signed away the control of her assets and she'd left her job, giving her no good way of earning them back... She wasn't only crawling away from her cushy position, and all these people who had answered to her mere days ago, she was crawling away from her adult life, and, if there was a path back to it, she had no idea what it was.

She was understandably feeling pretty mopy on the ride home, and her mood wasn't improved when they returned to find strange men there, hauling boxes out. "What are you doing?!" she demanded, with all the authority she could muster from the floor.

"Don't be rude, Penny," the nanny said. "You should be thanking them... I could have made you pack up those old clothes you have no use for anymore yourself."

"Those are my clothes?!" she shrieked, trying to climb to her feet, only to get another swat on the padded rump. This time, she didn't cave, however. "No! Do you have any idea how much I've spent on them?! Those are mostly designer, and..!"

She should have known better; she did, really, but, after her confrontation with her boss, she hadn't been able to hold it back. In a flash, she was over the nanny's lap, getting spanked once more with the wooden spoon as she helplessly watched her adult wardrobe being hauled away.

"Now," the nanny told her, when she was satisfied her charge had learned her lesson this time. "I want you to stand there, with your thumb in your mouth, and tell them all thank you."

Penny shook her head, the thought of having to act like she was grateful to these strangers for taking away her possessions, after they'd watched her get spanked like a naughty child, enough to outweigh the pain in her backside. "No?" the nanny pursed her lips. "I can only assume you're misbehaving because that's too complicated for you... So, young lady, from now on, I'd better hear nothing but baby babble from you. There's really nothing else important that you have to say, so if all you can't even say thanks, you can say nothing at all."

"N-No! I-I'm sorry!" The nanny might not listen, but Penny's voice was the only power she had left... She couldn't have that taken away, too!"

"It's too late, Penny," the woman shrugged. "And, since you've already broken the rules..."

The workers might not have gotten to hear Penny say 'thank you,' though she doubted they minded too much; instead, on top of the spanking, they were treated to the sight of her standing in the corner, bar of soap in her mouth, suds dribbling down her chin.

It became hard to keep track of time, after that. There was no work for her to go to, and the nanny put her down for so many naps that it was difficult to keep it straight in her mind which of her sleeps were those, and which were her actual, ridiculously early bedtime. They all happened while it was still daylight out, after all, so there was little difference.

So, when the nanny told her she was going to have a surprise visitor, it shouldn't have been a shock; she should have known who it would be. She didn't know what day it was, and hadn't looked at her organizer in quite a while, so she was clueless, assumed it must be one of the nanny's friends.

The nanny was getting her ready for a bath when Penny heard her door open, the woman blushing as she stood there, naked, hoping this friend wasn't a guy, at least. It wasn't, but the truth was far worse.

"Penny!" she heard a voice call, female, yes... But that wasn't a comfort when she knew, right away, that it belonged to her mother. Of course... She always came, had lunch, once a month... Penny hadn't realized it was time for that, however, until this very moment. She stared at the nanny, eyes wide, conditioned well enough not to say anything, though her wordless whimpers spoke volumes.

"We're in the bathroom!" the nanny answered, helping Penny into the tub, starting to scrub her, as if there was nothing out of the ordinary about it. "I'm sorry, I saw that you were coming, and I was hoping to have this done earlier, but she was having a grumpy morning... I'm sure you remember what that was like."

Penny's mother was, understandably, confused, seeing her adult daughter, who had been a strong, confident vice president the last time she'd seen her, being bathed by someone she'd never seen before. Penny didn't dare speak up, or take her paci out of her mouth - though she did come close a time or two - standing by as the nanny explained it all, cleaning Penny up the whole time, finishing by leading the nude woman to the nursery and diapering her in front of her mother.

The nanny took them to the living room, surprising Penny yet again by taking her pacifier out. "You may speak while your mother is here," she said. "After she's gone, this is going back in."

"I-It's not true!" Penny blurted out, as soon as the nanny had vanished. "Sh-She's blackmailing me, mom! I-I don't... I-I'm not..." This was the last chance she hadn't known she was waiting for, one more shot at escaping... She might have to move back in with her parents, which would be humiliating, and find another job, but after what she knew now was a couple weeks in diapers - although it had felt far longer - she could live with that.

"You know," her mother said, after a moment lost in thought, "I always wondered what you kept in that room, why you'd never let us see it. I never would have guessed it was because you had built a nursery for yourself."

"I-I didn't! She did all that!" Penny insisted. "Mom, I don't want any of this!"

"Then what was in there?" the woman asked. "Why would she do this to you if she hadn't seen what she told me she saw?"

Penny froze, raising a finger towards her mouth, barely stopping herself from starting to suck on it automatically. "Sh-She knew how much money I had," she answered finally. "Sh-She just came up with this crazy plan to get control of it herself..."

"Hmm," her mother sounded unimpressed. "Why don't we play for a little while, sweetie?"

"No, I don't want to play!" Penny whined. "I want you to get me out of here!"

But her mother got down off the couch, playing with her like she would any toddler. "I suppose this isn't all bad," she observed. "It was obvious you weren't going to give me a grandchild anytime soon, so this is the next best thing..."

"Mom, I'm not a baby!" Penny grumbled, only to blush, and wiggle her bottom, realizing that, without noticing, she'd already proven that to be a lie, using the diaper her mom had seen her taped into mere minutes before, not even thinking to ask her to take her to the bathroom.

Maybe she hadn't seen, didn't know... It had been a long time - as far as she'd known - since her child had been in diapers, so she might have missed the signs. As soon as she gave her daughter a check, however, it would be over... Now, everyone, from her former co-workers and her neighbors, to her family, was going to know the truth about her, and what her life had become.

"Mmm!" Penny squealed, wiggling in her high chair and giving her fingers a lick. "Yum!"

"Is that good?" her nanny smiled down at her, dipping the plastic spoon back into the bowl.

"Yeah!" Penny nodded happily. Of course, even if that hadn't been true, she would have had to say it anyway... She'd earned back the right to speak - if only in single syllables at a time - by promising to excise the word 'no' from her vocabulary. She'd made an attempt to argue, to point out that was typically any toddler's favorite word, but, after she'd had to spent another month without speaking in anything more than baby babble, she'd accepted the terms.

"That's good," the woman said. "I'm glad you like it, Penny... This is a special day. Did you know that?"

Penny shook her head, ponytails and ribbons swaying. Nanny wouldn't get mad at her for that, especially since it was admitting she didn't know something, not trying to get out of doing something she didn't want. These days, it didn't feel like she knew much of anything... Not much more than any baby would. Her nanny kept track of the days, and what time it was, for her, with no calendars or clocks around to allow Penny to do that for herself... Or, really, any need for them.

Nanny was in charge of everything, after all. She made the meals, and decided when Penny got them, she gave Penny her baths, took her on walks, tucked her into her crib... Penny didn't have to think about, or do, anything at all. She could barely even remember a time when she had, when she'd been expected to do anything more than play, or do as she was told, or sit and use her diapers like a good girl.

"Well, Penny," her nanny explained, pushing the spoon into the girl's mouth, the overgrown toddler giggling as she felt some of it dribble out, onto her bib, "today is kind of like your birthday."

Penny's eyes widened. "Pressies?" she asked hopefully, knowing that was the sort of thing the nanny would make an exception to the one syllable rule for.

"No, I'm afraid not," the nanny said, getting a pout in response. "Remember, your actual birthday was a few months ago, and you got plenty of pressies then, didn't you?"

She had... There'd been a big party, with her family, and everyone from work, the people she knew she'd been able to boss around at one time, as silly as that seemed now, standing around, chuckling as she greedily ripped into her gifts, cooing over the adorable outfits they'd bought her, and the baby toys, watching her make a mess of her smash cake with her bare hands, nanny, of course, not permitting her to hold any utensils by herself.

"No, this is a different kind of birthday," her nanny told her. "It's been a year since I found out what you were hiding in that locked room... And who you really were."

Was that true? Penny nibbled her bottom lip, staring down at herself, at the baby food spattered bib, at the soggy diapers under her plastic pants. Could it really have only been a year ago that this had started? It felt like it had been so long... That it had to have been, that she wouldn't have fallen so far, so fast, that there would still be more of a spark of her former self after only a year, of the woman who had been the second in command of a whole company, who everyone had feared, before she'd shown up, on her hands and knees, in a poopy diaper...

But, really, after that, after her mom had found out, there hadn't been much else she could do. Nobody was going to help her, not when they thought this was what she wanted... And, after a while, they’d been right. It had taken some getting used to using her diapers, and submitting completely to the will of the grown-ups around her, giving up all her control... By now, it was all second nature to her; she wouldn't know how to go back to the way things had been, even if she wanted to.

"Wow," was all she could think to say, unsure, herself, if it was truly a good thing or not.

"Wow, indeed," her nanny smiled. "And that's why you're getting a special treat at lunch today, and not just at supper. Aren't I the nicest nanny?"

"Yeah!" Penny beamed, reaching out for the woman, who wiped her hands and face, took off her bib, and gave her a hug. Now that she'd learned to behave herself, her nanny really was nice. And, if she wasn't, and had to punish Penny, Penny knew it was her own fault for being naughty. "Fank yew," she burbled, right before her paci was returned to its rightful spot, and she started to suck on it happily.

"You're welcome, sweetie," her nanny told her. "Now, let's get you into the bath! You've made quite the mess, haven't you?"

Penny nodded, giggling. She had, but that was okay... Nanny would take care of it, just like always.