The Nightmare

It was like a nightmare… Kayla could hardly believe this was happening, not to her! She was an adult, an Amazon, who spent all day working at a daycare, making sure those littler than her were securely diapered, and yet here she was, stuck in a crib meant for one of those babies, in only a diaper herself.

“You can’t do this to me!” she yelled, staring out at her co-workers with pleading eyes. “You know I don’t belong here…”

That was obvious, just from looking at her… The cribs were built to be too tall for the littles to get out of on their own, whereas she could easily just step over the side; and yet there she stayed, on her hands and knees, diapered bottom fully exposed – not that she could do anything to cover it in her current state.

“Let me out!” she shouted again angrily not happy about being ignored. All of her co-workers were off on their own, chattering among themselves, not paying her a bit of mind… On one hand, she couldn’t help but wonder if this was what the kids felt like when they ignored their repeated nap-time requests for more water, or bathroom breaks, or whatever else their silly little brains thought they might need when they ought to be sleeping. On the other, she knew she didn’t belong here, so it was just infuriating.

“You let me out of here right now!” she screamed, plucking up the teddy bear from the corner of the crib and throwing it in the direction of the other adults in the room. A moment later, her boss, who wasn’t supposed to be there that day, stepped out of the group and started stomping her way towards Kayla. Kayla immediately froze, whimpering as she felt a warm wetness making its way into the padding between her legs, sure she knew what was coming, and that she wasn’t going to like it…

Kayla woke up with a start… For a moment, she was grateful to be out of that awful nightmare, though, unfortunately, it didn’t last long.

She squirmed, feeling an unfamiliar sensation at her crotch; as she moved, she heard an all too familiar crinkling, albeit one she was used to hearing coming from people other than herself.

Slowly, her memory began to return as she looked around, realizing she was lying on the floor, on one of the daycare’s nap mats. Her heart began thumping faster, more nervously, as she reached for the blanket over herself, afraid of what she was going to see underneath.

It had been a normal day at work, up until IT had happened… The impossible, the unthinkable… She – an Amazon, an adult, one of the workers – had wet herself. She’d been too shocked to do anything about it, to try to hide it before her co-workers could notice, even though she knew all about the rules. Hell, she’d suggested some of them… Not that she’d had much choice.

So many little and betweeners had been applying for work there, and they were clearly unprepared for a job, or the adult world in general. She thought it would be best if there were some provisions in the employee handbook to deal with them when the stress inevitably got to be too much for them – she was just helping them out!

But because of those rules, her co-workers claimed there was no choice but to diaper her, and put her down to nap with the kids, even though it obviously wasn’t going to happen again… There was no way…

Hands shaking, Kayla peeled back the blanket covering herself, mentally keeping her fingers crossed… She couldn’t have…

Before she could try to make a dash for the changing table to get herself a dry diaper, her co-workers were already filing into the room, starting to get the kids up. Kayla quickly pulled the blanket back over herself, heart racing as she watched them go down the rows of kids, gently waking them and checking the ones still in diapers or training pants.

No plan had popped into her mind by the time one of them reached her, smiling down and asking, “What about you?”, other than to shake her head, just like so many kids did. “I’m sure you didn’t, but you know I have to check…” the other woman told her with a smile. Instinctively, Kayla tried to hold onto her blanket, to keep it from being pulled off, but it was no good, and in no time, Kayla’s wet diaper was exposed.

Kayla did her best to fight it, but there was no getting around the rules… She was changed into a fresh diaper and given a sippy cup of juice, and left to play with the kids with no pants. After all, the kids had to know that she wasn’t in charge at the moment…

She stared nervously at the cup, wondering which juice was inside… Any worker being punished this way had to drink a cup of juice after each diapering, to they couldn’t cheat the system by just dehydrating themselves. Kayla was usually in charge of getting them that juice, since so much of this plan was her idea… She always made sure to get it from one particular bottle, one she had added a few special things to. After all, if they had one accident, that meant they likely deserved the diapers they were going to be put in, and she needed to make sure they got them. And if any of the actual kids happened to drink some, nobody would likely ever notice, since it wasn’t like they could control themselves anyway.

After her little naptime accident, Kayla knew she’d gotten the wrong juice in her first sippy, but that ought to be out of her system by now… But if this new juice was also dosed, then she’d be in real trouble. One more accident, and she’d be at three strikes…

She was determined not to let that happen, that she wouldn’t be like all those littles who thought they could work here, only to wind up as clients… She went off by herself, gloomily drinking her sippy cup, since not doing so would lead to a spanking, and sat, sulking, and paying as much attention to keeping her bladder under control as she could. She wasn’t going to end up like them… It wasn’t going to happen!

But, eventually, she saw one of her co-workers approaching, a fresh diaper in her hand, one too big to be for any of the other babies. Kayla shook her head, praying that the woman would turn to one of the kids, that the diaper size was a mistake, yet she just kept getting closer. “I didn’t!” she insisted. “I don’t need that! I’m not a baby, see, I…” She pointed down to her diaper triumphantly, but as she glanced down to confirm that she was, indeed, still a big girl, she couldn’t help but notice the large wet spot on the crotch. Slowly, she turned back to her co-worker, eyes widening with shock. “But… B-But…”

The rules were very clear: three strikes in one day meant immediate demotion. As soon as she was powdered and taped up into her new diaper, her shirt was taken, leaving her with no trace of her adult clothing, or life, visible.

As she was handed another drink, this time in a bottle, since she had proven she wasn’t mature enough for even a sippy cup, she realized it didn’t matter what juice was inside it, whether it was drugged or not… She couldn’t even ask to use the potty anymore. It was all going straight into her diaper from now on.

It had all happened so quickly… One little accident this morning, and now, before it was even time for the kids to start being picked up, she had lost all maturity, all authority, all signs that she had been in charge only hours earlier.

She wasn’t about to stand for that… Those rules clearly weren’t meant for her, and while her co-workers didn’t seem to understand that, she knew it all too well. There was no way she’d spend the rest of the day sitting there in a diaper like some baby, or little… She got to her feet, stomping her way towards the break room.

They caught her, of course, and refused to listen as she explained the situation, no matter how loud she yelled it at them. Finally, they pulled her over to one of the cribs, pushing her inside and telling her to wait there.

From there, things got eerily familiar… She looked around the crib, her stomach churning as she noticed it was the same as the one from her dream… She told herself that wasn’t all that unusual, that she’d seen this crib a million times, her brain had just used it in her dream. Then again, she’d never seen it from the inside before…

Even so, it felt quite strange, almost re-living her nightmare. “You can’t do this to me! You know I don’t belong here…” she yelled at her unresponsive co-workers. “Let me out! You let me out of here right now!”

When they didn’t say anything, her first, annoyed, instinct was to grab at the teddy bear, throwing it at them, without even thinking that was the same thing that had happened in her dream… At least, not until her boss appeared from out of the crowd.

Kayla gasped, feeling her diaper grow warm beneath her as the woman approached. She wasn’t supposed to be here today, and hadn’t been until now… Which meant that she’d been called in specifically to deal with her… And Kayla knew exactly what that meant….

“You don’t understand!” Kayla yelped as she was yanked out of the crib and turned around to be bent over it, diapered bottom in the air and open for the boss’s hands. “You can’t…”

The first spank was far harder than she ever would have imagined, and to her horror, she felt her bladder release again as she gasped in pain.  “No! Please, don’t!” she begged, her defiance quickly fading away as her bum grew redder, and wetter, with every swat.

She could remember watching her former co-workers in this position, giggling to herself as she saw their diaper droop more and more as the spanking continued, too immature to do anything but wet themselves to try to stop this childish punishment, sure that this was the final proof that they deserved what was coming to them… And now, here she was, in the same position, unable to do anything more, even though she was an Amazon, unlike all the others who had gone through this before her.

“Y-You can’t do this…” she blubbered, trying to stand up for herself a little, to make some token resistance. She wondered if explaining about the juice would help, or only get her boss more angry. After all, she hadn’t told Kayla to do that, but it was surely the only reason any of this had happened… Well, other than that initial accident, though that had just been a small thing, barely even noticeable, she was sure… She’d just been too busy helping the kids, doing her job, and that was a good thing, right? She shouldn’t be punished for that…

“I can do whatever I want, young lady,” her boss informed her. “You know the rules… You wrote them. I can’t help but wonder now if you did it because you wanted to fall victim to them yourself… I’ve heard of Amazons like you, feeling jealous of all the littles, getting cared for and looked after all the time… Is that what you want?”

“No!” Kayla squealed, shaking her head. “No, I just…”

“Well, that’s what you’re getting,” the woman informed her. “Three strikes in one day… You almost have to willfully be trying in order to do that, isn’t that what you said? Only a child would be so careless…. I think those were your words. That’s why you had me put those extra clauses in the employment contracts.”

That made Kayla go silent as the spanking wrapped up, and she was put back into the crib, her nose pushed into the corner, diaper facing the room as the parents started to come in to pick up their children, with her fully on display for them.

After all, there wasn’t much more that she could do, or say, at that point. There were plenty of witnesses to all three strikes that day, and even if one of them had been missed, she’d earned another during her spanking. And she did, in fact, know all about those contract clauses… The ones that stated she was now legally under the complete care and control of the daycare.

Of course, the daycare didn’t have the space or time to take care of all the silly littles and betweeners that came through and proved themselves unworthy of adulthood, so, just like them, Kayla would be put up for adoption by anyone who wanted to take care of her.

That very night, Kayla was adopted. She wasn’t sure whether to hope that somebody would take her in for the novelty of a babified Amazon, or if everybody would find it all too strange – though that would mean she’d be stuck at the daycare indefinitely – but almost as soon as the kids were gone for the night, her new family showed up to take a look at her.

Humiliatingly, they were littles, and the wife looked familiar enough that Kayla couldn’t help but wonder if her sister had worked there at the daycare – probably not for long before winding up in this exact position. They were nice enough, but they never let Kayla forget that she was now just a baby.

They even enrolled her in the daycare where she used to work. She begged them to find her another one, or at least give her a chance to earn real panties. They ignored the first plea, but gave in to the second… In a way.

Now, Kayla spends her time running around daycare, a pair of childish panties stretched over her thick diapers, doing nothing to hide them, or do anything but make her look like a toddler playing dress-up.

Even worse, she’s enrolled in the daycare’s potty untraining course. Any time she feels the need to use the bathroom, she’s forced to go up to one of her former co-workers; ask for a potty; sit on it, her panties around her knees, since she wanted to wear them so bad – but diaper still in place – and use it in front of everyone. Any sign that she is trying to hold it earns her a punishment, but any genuine-seeming accident earns her a gold star on her diaper chart. She had to pretend – and pretend very well, since lying was also a punishable offense – she was losing her potty training if she wanted to avoid public potty time, all the while knowing that the longer this goes on, the more her potty training really is slipping away.

Kayla is, of course, all too familiar with the program, having participated in putting many of her former co-workers through it. She knows it’s only a matter of time before she not only needs her diapers, but views them as the safest, least humiliating way of going to the bathroom, even as the panties she so insisted on remind her that she ought to be using the bathroom, like the big girl she used to be, in a life that already seems like barely more than a dream in the midst of the nightmare she’d somehow found herself in the middle of.