Defective Daycare Worker - Part 4 (Patreon)

Christina looked down at her own body in shock, even as her lips continued happily sucking on her pacifier. The new outfit (If a bow, tights, and a diaper could even be called that.) looked like a set that was much more fitting for an infant to wear. She reached up to cover her own breasts, but Rachel soon came close and pushed her arms down enough to lower them again.

“Don’t worry Christy.” Rachel said, her smirk still on her face as she used a nickname that Christina hated. “Everyone else besides me only sees you as a little one now. They don’t see you as a grown up, so you have nothing to be modest about. Babies like you don’t have to worry about modesty.” She gave the diaper wearing girl a soft pat on her cheek as she looked down at her. “Besides, it’s not like you had much to be modest about anyways.” She added with a wink, causing Christina’s face to turn bright red with shame, especially when she took note of how large Rachel’s own breasts were.

Rachel took Christina by the hand and began leading her back up to the front of the daycare, back to where all of the other students and workers were. Christina was horrified at the notion of anyone seeing her dressed like this, much less a bunch of little kids and the group of adults she’d been working with today. She let out a whiny yelp behind her sucking lips and yanked on her own arm, in a crude attempt to escape the woman’s iron vise like grip wrapped tightly around her hand. According to the woman, everyone else in the room wouldn’t see her for what she truly was, a grown woman, they would see her as a young little girl, almost an infant. She wasn’t sure if that would make her feel better or far worse.

Rachel looked down at her, a small frown starting to form on the usually calm woman’s lips, “Stop fighting me little one. Be a good girl for our workers.”

Christina was shocked when she realized that that was all it took. Even though in her mind she was commanding her body to ignore the woman’s words and continue to fight against being dragged towards the front, her body instantly relaxed and settled itself and began gently walking alongside Rachel, who’s grip greatly relaxed on her wrist to the point that she truly now was just leading a small child; leaving a furious and terrified Christina as a helpless passenger in her own mind, unable to do almost anything but observe.

“That’s good sweetie.” Rachel said in an almost cooing voice. “Just relax. This is your punishment for being such a bad worker, but you’re just one of the kids now. Just accept it. It’ll make things easier for you, I promise.”

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Despite bringing her over to everyone else, Rachel luckily left her mostly to her own devices after commanding her to take a seat, an order she had no choice but to obey. She only allowed her to remove her pacifier once she brought a snack and juice box over to her and told her she could take it out and eat her snack. (Which she promptly did so, despite never being the biggest fan of animal crackers nor juice.) Rachel then went off to check on her other workers and the kids, leaving the pouting little Christy alone to snack by herself.

Once lunchtime was over, all of the kids were escorted back to the playroom, the same room Rachel had changed Christy in. She wanted to run but the command Rachel had given her to be a good girl for the workers was stopping her from disobeying their orders to “follow them” and then to “play”.

“And who is this cutie???” A voice much too close for comfort suddenly said above her, causing the diapie wearing girl to look up. She could feel her face turn hot with shame as she looked up into the smiling faces of at least 5 different of her used-to-be coworkers. Rachel was standing a ways behind them, smirking.

“That’s my niece. She’s going to be joining us for a while. Call her Christy. She’s only about 16 months that one.”

“Awwwwwwwwww....!” The group of workers all said, practically in unison as they looked down at the blushing shy Christy.

“She’s adorable!” One of them said.

“Such a little cutie pie!” Another agreed.

“Look at those tights and that little diaper butt!” Another cooed.

As she sat there, beyond embarrassed, Christina had the strong urge to cover up her breasts, but she knew there wasn’t really a point. None of them were seeing her for what she really was... at least she hoped they weren’t.

“Can she speak at all yet?” One of them asked Rachel, who shook her head no causing Christy to frown deeply and open her mouth to tell them all off. But to her horror, either from one of Rachel’s commands or from other bit of magic, the only syllables that escaped her lips was incoherent baby babble...
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This story was written by Zander Chesney

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