A Normal Mission (Patreon)

"Wait," Nyx frowned. "You mean THAT Mommy?"

The Leviathan nodded sadly, shaking his head. "We think so... We should have looked into her more before we invited her in, but after we saw what she did to Aphrodite... We assumed we could trust her. And then she let slip one of the other groups she worked for after that, and they've all vanished. In fact, everyone we can find any record of having worked with her fell off the map afterwards, in one way or another."

Nyx frowned. "That is troubling," she admitted. "I just wouldn't expect that from someone with... that gimmick." Of all the ways that someone could deal with a supervillain, Mommy's methods did seem relatively innocent - or at least nonviolent - but certainly strange. "Can't you just ask to tour her base?"

"We already accepted her," The Leviathan shrugged. "And if we're wrong, we don't want to offend her... That's why we need you. You're the only one on the team she isn't aware of."

Of course she wasn't; most of the team didn't know about her. The Leviathan did, since he'd hired her, and a couple of his right hand men and women had been told in the past, when it was necessary. Nyx was a spy, however, and that required a level of secrecy that not every member could be trusted with. 

"Okay," she told him. "I'll go take a look around."

"Thank you," he sighed. "I hate to do this, but... We need to know."

"Of course," she agreed. "Better safe than sorry."

"And I'm sure I don't have to tell you this..." he began, the same way he did before every mission.

"I'll be careful," she finished for him. "And discrete. She'll never know I was there." 

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That proved more difficult than Nyx had anticipated. Nyx did a few reconnaissance runs, checking out Mommy's base from the outside, but it seemed very secure. There did appear to be plenty of people working there, however, so that was her way in.

She felt very silly, going on a job in a cute little pink skirt, and a puffy-sleeved button-up shirt, rather than her usual catsuit, however, she knew that would help her blend in more. It seemed to fit the aesthetic of the nurses who worked there fairly well, as did the hair extensions she had put in to lengthen her normally closely cropped hair. She always kept it just long enough so she could pull that trick, since, otherwise, she'd have been happy to keep it as short as possible. 

She was glad she had in this case... As soon as she walked in, she could feel the nurses staring at her, judging her... She wasn't sure a wig would have done the trick, and even clip-in extensions might have been too obvious if they were paying too much attention to her. The more permanent one she'd had applied were far more expensive, and had taken a long time to get applied, but they blended in perfectly, despite how odd it was to her to suddenly have hair almost all the way down her back.

"Hi!" she smiled cheerfully, the hair, at the very least, making it more easy for her to get into character as someone more girly, more chipper, than her real self. "I was just wondering if maybe I could get a job interview?"

The nurses looked at one another in confusion, which sent a shiver of worry down Nyx's spine. Had she guessed wrong? Villains almost always had very high turnover rate with their henchpeople, so she'd assumed they'd always be looking for new recruits... Or maybe The Leviathan was wrong in the first place, and Mommy truly was the hero she claimed to be.

"Of course," one of the nurses said after a moment. "Our boss is out for the moment, so you'll have to wait, I'm afraid, unless you'd like to come back later."

Nyx hid a grin; she'd waited until Mommy was gone to an emergency meeting she'd had The Leviathan call for the team for just this purpose. "I'd be happy to wait!" she offered, already having eyed the lobby, picked out the perfect seat to sit in where she could wait and watch the nurses, waiting for the perfect moment to slip back through the door into the rest of the facility, when they weren't looking...

"We have a waiting room inside, in that case," a nurse told her. "Come right this way."

"Oh," Nyx blinked, shocked at her good fortune. "Sure!" She followed the woman eagerly, letting herself be led to a small room. The nurse asked if she wanted anything to drink while she was waiting, and she shook her head. "I'm fine!" she exclaimed. "You've been a huge help already!"

The last thing she wanted was to give any of the nurses a reason to return to the room. It was perfect here, past their reception desk... All she had to do was wait for this nurse to leave, and she could sneak out and have free reign!

"I'm afraid I will have to confiscate your purse, however," the nurse said. 

Nyx shifted in place, resisting the urge to react. How had she known what was in there?! Had she passed through a scanner on her way here, coming in the front door, or past the reception desk? Was there one in this room? If that was the case, where was the nurse seeing the results? Or was she guessing that Nyx could have something hidden in there? She did, of course, plenty of disguised spy equipment, along with a knife so she could cut her hair quickly if she needed, to give herself a secondary disguise once she was this far, if it came to that, if she thought she was going to be caught and didn't want them to recognize her as the woman who had shown up asking for an interview...

"Is that really necessary?" Nyx asked. "Th-There's not a lot to do here, so I was gonna play on my phone, or..."

"It is," the nurse replied. "You'll get it back after the interview."

She probably could have gotten the knife out before the nurse could react, but she had no idea if Mommy was evil or not at this point, or if the nurse had anything to do with that, so she didn't want to kill her, and taking her hostage would potentially cause a huge scene... "Okay," she handed the purse over reluctantly. She could still take a look around, without planting any bugs, or hidden cameras...

That did mean, though, that she needed another disguise while she investigated. If possible, she wanted to be able to do what she needed to do, then go back to the waiting room as if nothing had happened. Obviously, cutting her hair would have made that difficult anyway, but it was always meant to be a last resort... And, at the time, she'd assumed she would be able to keep her things. She could have left at any point then, rather than having to decide between doing that and abandoning her purse, hoping nobody was able to trace anything in it back to her real identity, or having to wait for her interview so she could get it returned to her. She did want to at least change her outfit, however... And, while she might not have been happy about what it was, the first room she made her way into, after sliding out of the waiting room, provided her with something very, very different to wear...

"Of course," she sighed, looking around at the oversized nursery. It shouldn't have been a surprise, given what she knew about Mommy, and her methods, but it was still strange to see in person. She'd been hoping against hope for a supply closet instead, one perhaps stocked with some extra nurse uniforms, although she'd known that was a long shot. 

She could keep going, try another room, but the longer she waited to change, the more likely it was that she'd be spotted in it, and her cover would be blown. Maybe she would be able to convince the nurses that she was only looking for a bathroom... If it happened too soon, however, they might ask the very reasonable question of why she hadn't asked the nurse who had led her to the waiting room where one was, instead of wandering around on her own.

"When in Rome," she shrugged. She hadn't seen anybody wearing the sort of infantile outfits she saw hanging up in the closet here out in the hallway, and it would make sense if they weren't allowed to roam freely... They would be look more like they belonged here than she did in her current clothes, and if she was seen, they'd probably just bring her back here, no big deal.

Except... Her skin crawled as she eyed the outfits, so pink and delicate, most of them covered in lace and frills... And so short! From a cursory glance, it didn't seem like any of them were going to completely cover her backside. All of them were going to leave whatever she wore there on display... And, from what she could tell, she had only one option for that, stacked up high on the huge changing table.

No. No way! She was not going to do that! The bathroom cover story was an old one, and a weak one, but it would have to do until she could find a nurse's uniform instead. She wasn't about to pretend to be one of the patients here, not if this was what it meant!

She hurried over to the door, eager to get out of here, putting a hand on the handle. She heard a click, a red light appearing next to the door, along with a sinking sensation in her gut. Sure enough, the door was locked, and, naturally, her lockpicking kit was safely stashed in her purse. She jiggled the handle again, biting her lip as she looked around the nursery, hoping she'd see something she could use to get her out of here, but everything here was so soft, so harmless... 

She was stuck here! And, maybe worse, that blinking red light made her worry that she'd set off an alarm, and somebody was coming. She'd closed the door behind herself, like a dummy, when this was obviously not a restroom, so that wasn't going to work... It looked like she was going to have to get changed after all.

She went with a hair ribbon to start, decorating her hair rather than lopping it off, not the best disguise, but better than nothing. From there, unfortunately, she had to make some other, more tough, decisions. She would never, normally, wear a ribbon out in public... She still would have picked that over anything else in this room.

"I can't believe this," she wrinkled her nose. She'd played a lot of roles in her time as a spy; this was the first time she was going to have to play a baby. She didn't see any way around it, however... "Well, in for a penny, in for a pound..."

She picked up an oversized pacifier, sliding it into her mouth, marveling at how huge the bulb was, how thoroughly it filled her mouth. She'd known it would make her look more authentic, and give her an excuse not to answer any questions that somebody who might find her could ask... Now that she had it in, she wasn't sure she genuinely could have said anything, even if she wanted to.

That was the easy part... From there, she had to actually change her clothes, to slither out of her skirt and her panties, and pick up one of the diapers. It had looked big, folded up on the changing table, and yet, somehow, holding it in her hands, feeling the bulk of it between her fingers, made it seem all the more huge. She couldn't wear that! What was she thinking?! She was an adult, a super spy! She didn't belong in this thick, crinkly diaper!

Except... She WAS a spy, and that meant she needed to stay secret, to blend in... And this was how she was going to have to do it here. Stomach churning, she unfolded the diaper, laying it down beside herself, and, after taking a deep breath, she set herself down on it, squeaking into her pacifier as her bottom sank into the padding, and again when she pulled it up between her legs, experiencing how much it forced her thighs apart.

There were no good options in the closet, but the least frilly one was a pink smock, one that tied at the sides. It was definitely going to leave her diaper visible... So was everything else, though. She put it on, stashing her old clothes away before taking a look at herself in the mirror, horrified by what she saw. She really hoped there was something to find here, that Mommy really was evil, because she'd hate to have put herself through this for nothing...

Finally, disguise in place, she walked away from the mirror, whimpering in annoyance as she felt how much the diaper changed her gait, turning it into what could only be described as a waddle. That was going to make it so much harder to get around... But she could make it work. She always did. Right on cue, the door opened, one of the nurses walking in, looking down at her. 

Nyx blushed, squirming, not confident if this was one of the nurses she'd seen already or not. Would they recognize her? Did they know the truth about who she was?

"What happened here?" the nurse asked. "Did your caretaker forget to lock the door after she left?" Nyx nodded mutely. "Poor thing." The nurse sauntered over to her, patting her on the head, Nyx assuming, for a moment, that she was safe, that the blame was off of her. "But why," the woman inquired, sliding her finger down under the spy's chin, lifting her face upwards, "were you touching the door handle to set off the alarm?"

Nyx felt herself start to suck anxiously on her pacifier, not knowing what to say. "And why," the nurse continued, looking Nyx up and down, "is your diaper taped so crookedly?" Her free hand snaked downwards, giving Nyx's diaper a squeeze, the girl struggling not to react too much to the sudden, invasive contact, certain it must be normal here. "And you aren't even soggy? Did you not even get your morning bottle? You must be dehydrated, poor thing!"

Nyx was lifted into the air, shocked at how strong the nurse was, and plopped down on the changing table, face burning involuntarily as her diaper was opened up, the nurse dusting her liberally with powder before refastening the diaper, tighter than ever, and following it up with a second one, spreading her legs even wider. 

"Here you are," the nurse smiled, setting her back on the floor, stunned, and taking a bottle from a mini-fridge. "Don't worry, I'll lock your door so you'll be nice and safe here. And I'll be back to see you once you're ready for a change."

How was she going to know that?! Were there cameras in the room? If there were, wouldn't she know that Nyx didn't belong here? Or were there sensors in the diaper, perhaps? Nyx pawed at the crinkly thing, groaning. It was even harder to walk now, the extra layer no doubt contributing to how clumsy she was when she got to her feet, trying to walk around the room, desperately searching for another way out of this.

There was nothing... There was nothing even slightly resembling a tool she could use to get out the door on her own, or any alternate routes to escape the nursery. She had to get through the door, but the red light beside it was constant now, no longer blinking, no matter how much she played with the handle. There was no sign that she was setting off the alarm again, which meant the only way she knew to get somebody to walk through that door, to give her a shot at slipping through it herself... 

Was to use her diaper. It wasn't bad enough she was wearing this stupid thing, she had to use it, too! "No!" she whined, stomping her foot, tears filling her eyes. That was too much, too humiliating... She couldn't let that happen...

But what else could she do? Reluctantly, she sank down onto the floor, staring at the bottle she'd been given. "I can't believe this," she grumbled, shaking her head, hands trembling as she reached out for it, taking a sip. She could tell right away that it wasn't just milk, that she was being drugged in some way... The quickly growing pain in her stomach gave her an indication of what it might be doing, to her horror.

She'd never heard of any laxative that worked that quickly, but who knew what sort of things Mommy had developed on her own. Either way, things had somehow gotten even worse... She'd been mortified at the thought of wetting her diaper; the idea of messing it had never so much as crossed her mind! And now the cramps she was already feeling were coming scarily close to making it a reality. "I can't!" she whimpered, plucking the bottle from her lips. There had to be something else... 

At last, it hit her, making her feel dumb at how long it had taken. She set the bottle down, fumbling with the tapes on her diapers, scrambling out of them, getting them away from her. She picked the bottle back up when she was done, unscrewing the top, kneeling next to the open diapers and pouring the contents of the bottle onto them.

She wished she'd had more milk to dump out, both to guarantee it would make the diapers wet enough to trip whatever sensors were in them, and since that would have meant she hadn't guzzled so much, ingesting whatever she'd been dosed with. She climbed to her feet, surprised at how difficult it was, even without the bulk of the diapers to slow her down, stumbling to where she'd hidden her real clothes, ready to just scurry back to the waiting room after she knocked out the nurse and got out of this room. She untied the smock, slipping out of it, wanting to get rid of every hint of this place, of what had happened here... She didn't know if Mommy was up to anything nefarious, or if this was just how she treated captured villains... It was clear she wasn't properly prepared for this, however, and she'd bitten off more than she could chew...

"Well, well, well," a voice came from behind her, before she'd so much as tried to get her panties back on, making her turn, red-faced, to see Mommy herself standing in the doorway. "What are those for, Nicki? This isn't dress-up time."

Nicki? Was that the name of whoever was meant to be here? It wasn't her real name... "I-I was just..." she stammered, surprised at how intimidating the woman was, smiling down at her, although, to be fair, that may have had something to do with the fact that she was facing her completely naked.

Mommy shut the door behind her, letting it lock. "And what is all this?" she asked, stepping further into the room, kneeling down next to the open diapers. She picked up the bottle, eyebrows raised. "Very sneaky, Nicki."

"I-I'm sorry," Nyx gulped. "I-I won't do it again..."

"Oh, there's no need to apologize, sweetie," Mommy told her, standing up and advancing towards her again, Nyx shrinking back. "You see, Nicki, you are sneaky... But I'm much sneakier than you. I knew you were going to come here, so I made this room just for you. I didn't know you'd walk right into the front door, though, once you did, it made it that much easier... I just had my nurses take you to a waiting room nearby, so you could come right here, instead of you having to wander around blindly until you happened to find this door open, and waiting for you."

Nyx squirmed, her stomach churning, and from more than whatever had been in that bottle. What did she mean? Did Mommy know who she was after all? Nicki did sound like it could be a nickname for Nyx, something more cute and sweet... "I-I don't know..." she shook her head.

"Oh, I'm sure you don't," Mommy chuckled. "There's a lot I bet you don't know, sweetie... You didn't even remember to take your little hair ribbon out." She gave it a pat, reminding Nyx about it, the spy reaching back in disbelief. How had she missed that when she was getting undressed?! "I did my best to prepare for you, but spies are so tricky... You never know what they have up their sleeves. So I coated that pacifier with a little drug to slow your brain down a bit, make you more manageable... And the one in your bottle should slow your body down, too, make you clumsier..."

Nyx's head spun, thinking back to how much trouble she'd had walking, even with her diaper off. "B-But..."

"Honestly," Mommy shrugged, picking the girl up, carrying her back to the changing table, "I expected more from you... I guess I overestimated you. But that's all right... You'll still fit in here just fine."

Nyx shook her head, watching helplessly as Mommy produced an even thicker diaper than what she'd had on before, fastening it around her waist, following it up with a pair of locking, ruffle-seated plastic pants, topping off the outfit with a ruffly pink shirt that ended short of her belly button, and thus the top of her diaper as well, a diapered cartoon character tiptoeing across the front with the caption of 'Sneaky.'

"That's what you are, isn't it?" Mommy teasing, poking at the picture playfully, then moving her finger down slightly and poking Nyx in the tummy. That was all it took, Nyx's eyes widening as her rumbling tummy began to push.

"No!" she whimpered, wriggling on the changing table desperately, trying to stop the warm, mushy mass she could feel her body pumping into her waiting diaper, ignoring her commands altogether.

"No, I guess you aren't after all, are you?" Mommy winked. "I'm still going to have my nurses keep a close eye on you, though... Just to be safe. Can't have you escaping, and going to tell your boss the truth, now can I? I still have lots of fun plans for The Leviathan, and the rest of his team..."

That confirmed it, leaving no doubt that Mommy knew exactly who she was, and what she was doing here... And that Nyx had fallen right into her trap, like an amateur. "B-But..." she sniffled, frantically scrambling for any way to avoid her fate. "I-I'm just here for a job interview..."

"Oh, sweetie," Mommy picked her up off the changing table, setting her down on the floor of the nursery to finish filling her pants. "I would have expected you to be clever enough to figure it out on your own... But I guess, even before I got my hands on you, you weren't as smart as you thought you were. My nurses are all robots... I don't have job interviews." She laughed at the shocked expression on Nyx's face, handing her another bottle. "Now, drink this up like a good little girl, or I'll have one of them in here to feed it to you."

Nyx tried to get to her feet, to make one last attempt to escape as Mommy opened the door up, but her new diapers were too thick, and they, coupled with the drugs she'd already been given, and that were surely in this bottle as well, sent her tumbling back to the floor, unable to even stand. She blushed, looking down at her shirt, the cartoon feeling even more mocking now. How could she be sneaky, like any good spy should be, when she had no way to get around other than to crawl?

"Be a good girl," Mommy ordered, looking her in the eye sternly from the doorway. Nyx fidgeted in her stinky diaper, looking down at the bottle suspiciously... And then, seeing no other option, no other way, despite all her training, all her years as a spy, she lifted it up to her mouth, starting to suck away, knowing, with each gulp, she was making it harder and harder for herself to be able to escape... But that hardly mattered, she knew, deep down, because escape had been off the table since the moment she stepped foot in this place. 

"There we go!" Mommy smiled, clapping her hands encouragingly. "Welcome to the nursery, Nicki."