Nanny's Warning

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The hallway was quiet except for the rhythmic click of heels against polished wood. A tigress—his Mistress, his "Mommy"—strode confidently toward him, her voice carrying an air of playful authority.

"Thank you for agreeing to babysit on such short notice! My little girl is right over here!"

Her words echoed through the house as she ushered a familiar figure upstairs. On the first floor, he recognized the voice immediately—it belonged to a classmate from university, someone he’d seen in passing but never truly spoken to outside lectures. Summer break had begun, and like many students, she must have been searching for work during the holidays.

She followed Mommy up to his room on the second floor, where he sat surrounded by shelves lined with thick purple diapers, children’s storybooks, and dolls. He wore a pink dress that matched the blush spreading across his cheeks, its hem brushing against the soggy bulge of a white diaper beneath. His legs were clad in sheer pink tights, completing the ensemble of innocence—or submission. In his hands, he cradled a doll, pretending not to notice their arrival.

When their eyes met, both froze for a split second. Recognition flickered between them, followed quickly by surprise. But instead of revealing their shared history, she played along seamlessly.

"Oh dear," she said sweetly, kneeling beside him. "Looks like my little charge has already made quite the mess. Her diaper feels soaked."

Mommy chuckled indulgently, leaning down to inspect the situation herself.

"Oh, it seems our baby enjoys squishing around in wetness. Perhaps we shouldn’t change it just yet?"

The boy shifted uncomfortably under their scrutiny, acutely aware of the damp fabric clinging to his skin. Before he could respond, Mommy straightened up and headed for the door.

"Well then, I’ll leave you two to get acquainted. Have fun playing together!"

As soon as they were alone, the nanny turned to him, her expression softening slightly despite the lingering amusement in her eyes.

"So... you’re the guy from my group at uni?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.

He hesitated, caught off guard by her directness.

"I don’t know what you mean," he replied weakly, trying to maintain his role.

She smirked, clearly unimpressed by his attempt to feign ignorance.

"Don’t play dumb. Why are you here? And why am I seeing you , of all people, dressed like this?"

He bristled defensively, though his flushed face betrayed his embarrassment.

"Why are you here?" he shot back, crossing his arms tightly over his chest.

She shrugged casually, leaning closer as if sharing a secret.

"I came looking for summer work. Babysitting gigs pay well, especially when they involve… unique circumstances." Her gaze flicked pointedly at his wet diaper before returning to his face. "Imagine my shock when I find out one of my classmates is living this life. You helped me once with a project, remember? Now it’s my turn to return the favor."

Her tone grew serious, almost ominous.

"But first things first—let’s change your diaper. Show me how good of a boy you can be, hmm? Besides, I want to talk to you about something important."

Reluctantly, he nodded, allowing her to peel away the soaked layers of his current diaper. As the cool air hit his skin, she paused, frowning thoughtfully at what lay exposed.

"Wait a minute," she murmured, tilting her head curiously. "Where’s your chastity cage?"

He blinked, startled by the question.

"Chastity cage? I—I don’t wear one. I just… do the diaper thing. Play the part of a little girl for Mommy. What does that matter?"

Her lips curled into a knowing smile.

"Let me explain something. This isn’t my first time doing this kind of job. Some guys—adults, even—are completely trapped in these roles. They wear diapers 24/7 because their bladders are ruined. Their masculinity is stripped away entirely, replaced by cages or worse. Trust me, it’s no picnic."

His eyes widened, panic creeping into his features.

"That won’t happen to me," he protested weakly. "I only come here during Holidays. My parents live far away, and Mommy offers me free housing. She gives me love, care, money sometimes… All she asks is that I play along."

"And what about after graduation?" she pressed, her voice sharp. "Do you think companies will hire someone who wets themselves constantly? Who needs diapers full-time? Who wears chastity devices hidden beneath frilly dresses? Think carefully, kitten. Once you lose control of your bladder, there’s no going back."

Her words struck a nerve, sending a chill down his spine. He glanced nervously at his crotch, now covered by a fresh, dry diaper she’d just secured around his waist.

"Why are you telling me this?" he whispered, his voice trembling. "Are you trying to save me? Or scare me?"

She tapped his nose lightly, her expression unreadable.

"Maybe both. Consider this soft diaper your preview—a taste of what’s coming. Soon enough, it might be replaced with something harder, more permanent. And trust me, Mommy will grow tired of waiting for permission to take away your autonomy. She’ll start slipping meds into your drinks, ruining your bladder faster than you expect."

Tears welled up in his eyes as reality crashed down around him.

"Why would she do that?! Why would anyone do that?!" he cried, clutching at her arm desperately.

Her grip tightened around his wrist, forcing him to meet her gaze.

"Because power corrupts. Because some women enjoy breaking men like toys. If you value your freedom, listen closely: follow my rules, or I’ll speed up the process myself. I’ll convince Mommy to buy you a chastity device sooner rather than later. Got it?"

Before he could respond, the sound of approaching footsteps filled the room. Quickly, she shoved a pacifier into his mouth, silencing any protests.

"Shh. Not a word," she warned sternly.

Mommy entered moments later, her golden eyes gleaming warmly.

"Ah, Sophia! Thank you so much for changing her diaper. Looks like you two are getting along wonderfully."

Sophia smiled brightly, standing up to greet her employer.

"Of course, Miss. I’m happy to help—and eager to keep an eye on your little darling. Shall we sign the contract?"

As they left the room together, Sophia cast one last glance over her shoulder. Her lips curved into a sly grin as she mouthed silently:

"Looks like we’re going to have a fantastic summer."

With that, she closed the door behind her, leaving him alone with his thoughts—and fears.