Defective Daycare Worker - Part 5 (FINALE) (Patreon)

She tried again and again, but was astonished that her mouth had seemingly lost any knowledge it had ever had of being able to form words even as her mind desperately tried to shape them.

She wanted to scream, and she wanted to start throwing out punches to all of the stupid faces that were cooing down in front of her, but she supposed that wouldn’t fall under the “being a good girl” category. She was even more upset as she realized that being only, 16 months, as Rachel had claimed she was, she was the youngest one being taken care of at this daycare by a decent margin. The injustice of claiming that she was actually younger than those insufferable little brat was absolutely infuriating.

“She might not be able to speak well yet, but she’s a very good listener, watch this.” Rachel spoke as she joined her colleagues in looking down at the “adorable infant” in front of them. “Sweetheart,” Rachel said as she looked deep into Christy’s eyes. “Take your tights off for the ladies, so they can see the adorable diaper I put you in.”

Christy wanted to tell her to shove her commands up her ass, but before she could even complete a rebellious thought, her body was already moving.

Completely beyond her control, Christy’s body leaned onto her back and tugged her tights down further and further until they were all the way off her legs and slipped off her feet, tossing them to the floor.

“And do it with a smile on your face Christy.” Rachel added, causing Christy to feel the muscles in her face pull upwards and remain in what felt to her like a forced Joker like smile.

Not only did the irritating workers love the way the good girl listened and took off her tights, but for a reason that Christy didn’t understand they all giggled at the sight of her diaper.

“Awww, I love the rainbow polka dots.”

“Such a good choice.”

“She looks adorable.”

“Ya know,” Rachel said, still smiling. “It’s been a little while since she’s had a change, and this baby uses her diapers like there’s no tomorrow. Can one of you ladies check her for me?” Christy tried to whine out in protest, but none of the eager ladies would listen to her.

One of the ladies knelt down as she moved forwards, and wiggled her finger into one of Christy’s leg bands, and began to thoroughly check for any sign of wetness. Christy closed her eyes as she laid there, helpless to do anything but be the good girl Rachel wanted her to be. She couldn’t think of a moment in her life more embarrassing than a woman checking to see if she’d peed herself in a diaper, in the middle of a daycare, with 5 other ladies watching with bright smiles on their faces.

Finally the woman pulled her fingers out of Christy’s diaper and stood back up, happily announcing that the baby was still dry, an announcement that apparently was worth applause from the rest of Christy’s ridiculous audience; all of them cooing at how much of a big girl she was becoming.

“Hold on, hold on ladies.” Rachel said as she came over herself and knelt down in front of Christy. “She might be dry, but we should check if she’s clean too.” Rachel commanded her to raise her legs into the air to make checking her little bottom easier. A command which Christy’s body happily obliged to. But with the smile on her face suddenly growing a little more devilish, Rachel whispered to her, “Make messies in your diaper Christy.” She said softly.

Christy gasped in her mind and a little on the outside as her bottom suddenly relaxed and sent a huge wave of gross mush right into the seat of her diaper, causing Rachel to giggle. “Uh oh ladies! I think we spoke to soon. Little Christy’s having a messy accident right now.”

Christy lay there, her legs still in the air, as she felt her diaper swelling more and more with the warm squishiness to the point that her diaper began to sag off her bottom. A few of the ladies looked surprised, but most of them just gave her a warm smile and shook their heads as they were seeing nothing but a little baby having what was surely not even her first accident of the day. (Which to that regard, they would have been right.)

Christy could feel her eyes start to tear up and the indignity of what she’d been made to do, but Rachel chuckled and ran a hand through her hair before saying, “Aww don’t cry cutie.” It wasn’t a direct command, but one that Christy found her body listening to all the same as she quickly stopped crying.

“Don’t worry honey, I’ll change you once you have your bottle.” She spoke as she pulled a big pink unicorn stuffie up next to her and sat her down on it, causing the warm brown mushiness to squish more into her backside, making her want to gag. She turned to all the other ladies and remarked, “You’re all gonna love this. This is how she loves to have her bottles.”

Rachel hid any look of mischief on her face as she grabbed a bottle and pressed it into Christy’s hand. “Drink your bottle sweetheart.” Christy’s body immediately began to do so, the warm milk running down her throat as she relaxed on her squishy bottom. Rachel leaned in and whispered one last command, “Drink your bottle while you ride your horsey little girl.”

Leaning back on one arm, Christy’s hips automatically began to raise up and down as she ‘rode’ the stuffie she was sitting on, bouncing a little and doing nothing effective but squishing the mess in her backside to every inch of her crotch and delighting every one of the ladies that was watching her.

Rachel smirked as she leaned into poor Christy one last time, “Maybe at your next job you’ll be a better employee. But you still be here for a few weeks or so.”

Christina’s mind was horrified and in shock to hear that she’d apparently be here for a few week at least, and that was only if Rachel didn’t decide to make her punishment last even longer. She whimpered internally as her body drank its bottle. She wished she’d just tried a little harder to be a good employee too...
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