Courtney's New Nanny - Chapter 1 (Patreon)

"Oh, Courtney," her mother sighed, Courtney immediately freezing, cheeks red, as she stood in the middle of the hall, feeling much closer to three than thirty as she nervously tugged on her shirt, hoping that her mom was annoyed about something else, that she hadn't noticed the wet spot on her crotch.

This whole thing had been so disorienting for Courtney... Losing her job at this age, having to move back with her parents because she couldn't pay rent... It was like she'd stumbled into a time warp, gone back to the last time she'd lived here, as a teenager, spending her days sulking around the house, staring at her phone, not doing much else, applying to only enough jobs to keep her mom and dad off her back, without putting any real effort into it... Her parents hadn't forced her to help with the chores back then, so she didn't bother with it now, either. Besides, she was dealing with the trauma of this whole situation, and she wasn't ready yet!

She was, of course, actually upset by it all, though she hadn't realized how bad that was until she woke up in a wet bed. That was very unsettling - she'd outgrown that well before she was even a teenager - but it was nothing compared to where it had gone from there, when she'd begun dribbling in her panties during the day now and then, if she wasn't paying attention.

Usually, it wasn't too much, just enough to get her panties soggy... This time, however, she'd looked down from her phone, seen that it had soaked through to her leggings, that she was sitting in the middle of a little puddle, and immediately hopped up to run to the bathroom, thinking she was alone in the house, that her parents were both still at work, having lost track of how late it was...

"Did you go to your doctor's appointment today?" her mom asked, shaking her head.

"Y-Yeah," Courtney lied. "She said it wasn't a big deal, a-and it would go away on its own, so..."

She assumed that was the case, and part of her was afraid to find out otherwise, which was why she'd been avoiding the appointments her mother had been making. "No, you didn't," her mom crossed her arms, staring down at her. "I called to see... And then I come home to find you like this! Am I going to have to take a day off work to take you into the doctor's office myself?"

Courtney pouted. "No... This is the first time this has happened, I swear!"

"Courtney," her mother glared at her, "I've been doing your laundry, remember? I've found all those wet undies you've been trying to sneak into the hamper... Do you really think you can fool me with that fib?" Courtney squirmed, blushing. "I made a new appointment for you tomorrow, and you are going to go this time, do you understand, young lady?"

Courtney wasn't happy about it, but she hadn't wanted to push her luck any further. She submitted herself to the check-up, with the same doctor she'd used when she was living her as a teenager, which made it all the more awkward, all of her attempts to downplay her issue stymied by her mother having called ahead and talked to the doctor. And, in the end, it was all for nothing... There was no medical explanation for it, and all the woman could suggest to help was diapers.

Obviously, there was no way Courtney was going to do that... She was thirty years old! That was ridiculous! But that only led to more accidents, and more irritation for her mother. The holidays were coming up, however, and Courtney knew her parents had a big trip overseas planned for the whole month of December, going into January. She'd hoped, at first, that if she was still around, they might let her tag along, though now she was more pleased about the thought of having the time to herself, and to let her mom cool off.

"We'll be having a guest over for supper tonight," her mother said one day after Thanksgiving, while in the midst of her packing frenzy for the trip. "I'd appreciate it if you were on your best behavior... And wore your protection."

Courtney rolled her eyes, biting back a sarcastic remark about how she wasn't a child, so she didn't need to be told to be good... And that she definitely wasn't going to be putting on a pair of Pull-Ups in front of this mystery person. Her parents had bought her them, hoping they'd be more appealing for her during the day, but she still refused to touch them, saying she didn't need them.

She was especially glad she hadn't done it when she saw who it was. "Danica?" she blinked. "Is that you?"

"It is," her mother confirmed. The girl was in her early twenties now, looking far more mature and beautiful than she had been back when Courtney had babysat for her regularly. "Danica here graduated with a degree in child development, and she's been quite the successful nanny ever since. She's particularly gifted at helping those who are having some... difficulties... with their potty training."

"Oh," Courtney wrinkled her nose, cheeks warming. "That's... nice?" She was so glad she didn't have any padding on, was certain Danica would have been able to tell.

"And that," her mother said, "is why she's going to be staying with you while we're gone."

There was nothing Courtney could do about it, unfortunately... Try as she might, her parents refused to see reason. By now, having gone without a job for so long, she had no real hope of moving out on her own, either, so she was stuck being babysat by the girl she'd used to babysit.

"So," she said to Danica on the day she moved into the guest room, "this is silly, right?"

"Yes," Danica appeared to agree. "Very." 

That made Courtney feel better, like the girl was on her side, and they could just co-exist for the next month... This might be nice, actually! She could let Danica handle the cleaning, and nothing else would have to change. 

It didn't last long, however, Danica having barely gotten all of her things into the house before she asked, "Would you like to get into your trainers by yourself, or do I need to help you?"

Courtney forced a chuckle, hoping it was a joke... But it wasn't. "Maybe I'm already wearing them," she whined, and, immediately, before she could react, Danica had yanked her pants down, revealing a pair of soggy panties.

"Uh-oh!" Danica chirped. "So much for trainers, huh? Come on... Let's get you in a nice, thick diaper."

"Wh-What?!" Courtney gasped. "No, I have trainers for the day, and..."

"But, sweetie," Danica brushed a strand of hair out of Courtney's shocked face, "little babies who pee their pants need to wear diapers, don't they?"

Courtney gulped, feeling another trickle of warmth enter her panties, confirming Danica's decision. She knew those words that had just been thrown back at her... She'd said them to Danica, when she'd been much younger than this. She'd worn Goodnites to bed then, and had some accidents during the day now and then... And sometimes, if Courtney caught her in wet pants, to keep from having to worry about finding any more puddles, she'd make her wear her Goodnites during the day... Or, if she had spares from her other charges, she might tease Danica about what a baby she was acting like, and put her into those instead.

Courtney had hoped Danica had forgotten about that, perhaps thought it was a different babysitter who had done it, or that, as a professional herself, she'd recognized how it had helped her, ultimately. That all seemed very unlikely now, though, as Danica laid Courtney out onto a diaper, smirking while she stared down at her crotch, reaching into her supply bag to pull out a razor. "We don't want you getting any rashes," she smiled. "We'll have to get you nice and smooth, like the baby you are."

"Dani!" Courtney groaned.

"Courtney," Dani raised her eyebrow. "I'm on the clock now... You are to address me as Miss Danica."

That was ridiculous! The girl was younger than her! Courtney had changed her diapers! And yet... Here Courtney was, being shaved and diapered by her in the middle of the day, sulking in her room as she tried to get used to the strange, bulky, crinkly sensation. As soon as she heard her parents get home, she ran downstairs, waddling all the way, diaper bulging beneath her pants.

"Mom!" she whined. "It isn't even nighttime, and Dani..."

"She's in charge," her mother cut her off. "Whatever she says goes, young lady... I fully trust that she knows what is best, so if she thinks you need to be in a diaper," Courtney cringed at the sound of the word, wiggling her padded bottom, "then that's where you're going to be."

And, as Courtney discovered when she stomped back up to her room, she didn't have a choice... While she'd been away, complaining Danica had gone into her room and taken all of her underwear, replacing them with training panties and diapers. 

"Give them back!" she demanded, storming into the guest room.

"I don't know what you're talking about," Danica smiled innocently. "I don't have anything of yours... At least, not anything that you deserve to have before you can prove you're ready for them. Don't worry, Courtney... All you have to do to get them back is show me you don't actually need those diapers."

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"I don't know why we're bothering to do this now," Courtney grumbled. "They aren't going to be home until next year anyway."

"There's no need to leave things until the last minute," Danica told her, the tone she used - as if she were talking to a small child, not someone who had once babysat her - grating on Courtney's nerves. "Perhaps it's that kind of thinking that is making you have so much trouble with your potty training, young lady."

"I don't have THAT much trouble," Courtney huffed, though she had no doubt she knew what was in the extra bag Danica was bringing besides her purse, the thought making her shiver. She wouldn't do that while they were out at the mall... Would she?! 

"If you say so," Danica shrugged, not really needing to say any more, leaving Courtney blushing softly to herself, recalling the accidents she'd had so far while suffering the indignity of having a babysitter at her age. It almost felt like she was having more than ever; more than likely, however, that was only because Danica was more stringent about checking her training pants regularly, searching for any sign of moisture.

And then, as soon as she found it, it was straight back to full-on diapers for the rest of the day. If, somehow, Courtney made it the whole day without going into them - it had happened once or twice, but no more than that - she was taped into one right after dinner, since Danica claimed that counted as being 'close enough' to bedtime to start getting her ready. 

To add an extra wrinkle of embarrassment to it all, Danica insisted on ensuring Courtney pooped every day, something she didn't mention until the end of the first day, when Courtney was already in diapers, and not allowed to use the toilet. Courtney hadn't had any problems with controlling that, and had refused to do it in her pants... So Danica had given her a pair of suppositories to help her along, guaranteeing that she had no choice but to squat down and fill her diaper like a baby. And, having done that just before bed, it was difficult to make herself go again in the morning, before she found herself back in diapers, leading to a cruel cycle where she'd wait as long as she could, hoping Danica would forget, or take mercy on her this time, being made to go at the last minute, then being unable to use the toilet when she was in trainers, and had the chance.

Her real panties weren't even a part of the process, having been confiscated at the start of this nightmare. The best Courtney could hope for was her trainers, and it was so difficult trying to switch between them and the diapers, recalling which level of padding she was expected to use, and which she wasn't meant to, probably confusing her body further and causing more accidents than anything.

As the final icing on this cake of humiliation, Danica loved treating her like a baby when she was in diapers, telling her to crawl around, turning on the parental lock on the TV to restrict Courtney to cartoons, taking away her laptop... "I'm trying to apply to jobs!" Courtney had complained the first time the girl had done that, but it didn't work nearly as well on her as it had on her parents, since Danica was there all the time, and, the next day, had her do her applying in front of her.

"I already did all the good places," Courtney had lied as she fumbled around webpages for places she could think of in the area, searching for the link to fill out an application. She was almost glad that day when Danica checked her training pants, and put her back into diapers... Unfortunately, however, it had marked the end of her being able to realistically claim she was being productive, and grown-up, and thus didn't deserve to be treated like a baby. Not unless she wanted to do chores... Which she didn't, and would negate the one truly nice thing about having someone else there while her parents were away.

It was so mortifying, walking beside Danica, tugging at the hem of her shirt, hoping her pants hadn't slid down, that the waistband of her trainers weren't showing. The mall seemed so busy, and Danica only appeared to be interested in the fullest stores, leading Courtney into the crowds while the older woman struggled not to bump into anyone, terrified of having them look at her too closely... Or, even worse, if she brushed against them with her bottom, having them feel that padding...

"Can I go shop on my own?" she asked after the third store Danica dragged her to. 

"Oh, I don't think so," Danica replied. "Aww, look! It's Santa!" Courtney blushed, looking away from the man sitting there on his throne, surrounded by a long line of kids, and the 'elves' working with him, who had heard her babysitter's exclamation and were smiling in their direction. "It's too bad you aren't a baby... If you were, I just wouldn't have any choice but to take you to see him so I could get a nice picture for your parents... I'm sure they'd love that."

Courtney fidgeted, unconsciously nibbling on her bottom lip, trying to deduce if this was a joke, or if Danica was being serious, wiggling her bottom to find, to her horror, that she was, indeed, soggy, her anxiety in the tight quarters of the stores having apparently gotten to her without her noticing. "I'm sure that would be an even better gift for them than anything you could find if I let you go off by yourself," Danica said. "Besides, I need to keep you close so I can check you... Do you think I ought to do that now? There's a family restroom right over there, and then we could come right back out to Santa... What do you think?"

Courtney opened her mouth, but she didn't know what to say, whether she should pretend everything was fine and tell Danica 'No', under the risk of the sitter checking her anyway and scolding her for fibbing, or if she should say 'Yes' and hope Danica took that for confidence, and decided not to take her up on the invitation... Both tempted fate in a way she didn't like, and that, humiliatingly, made her problem worse, made her trainers a bit damper as she nervously debated.

"I'll take that as a 'yes,'" Danica smirked, clasping Courtney by the hand, all but confirming to Courtney that she already knew what the result of her check would be, and that her charge was now too little to be trusted to walk around the mall without constant contact to keep her from running off. "Come along, Courtney... Don't drag your feet, young lady, unless you want me to check you right here in front of Santa."