[Standard Content Warning: This is an ABDL story blog, that means stories on this page contain diapers, diaper usage (like, lots of it), infantilism and the like! In addition, mental and physical manipulation, bondage and nonconsensual or dubiously consensual employment of all of the above themes and many others may also apply. Viewer discretion is advised.]
“Gotchaaaaa~~”
Alma groaned as the ghost nanny raised a hand up to boop her on the nose, then quickly went back to holding her close with both arms. Alma struggled for a second, but quickly realized there was no dice in that. Ida’s arms were huge and her grip was very firm, easily keeping Alma’s hands at her sides. No more spellcasting gestures. Alma was also positive if she tried an incantation, she’d get a pacifier in her mouth before she got the second syllable out.
“Were you pretending that I tricked you?!” Alma asked incredulously. “That’s more insulting than if you’d just caught me!”
“Not in the strictest sense!” Ida said defensively. “You really did have me turned around and I really was impressed! I promise!” Her semi-wounded look quickly faded to a smile. “But then I just took a couple sniffs of the air,” she giggled. Alma groaned as a hand reached down and palmed her seat, shifting the mess around some more. “You almost got away, but your stinky pampers made you easy to find, sweetie.”
“Stooop….” Alma groaned. The knowledge that it was the messy diaper the ghost nanny was currently kneading back and forth that gave her away did not help her feel any less patronized, for the record.
“I’m sorry, sweetie, it’s just very funny how you’re so determined to keep nana from changing your diaper.” She let out another giggle as she tucked Alma onto her hip, floating away from the ceiling, towards one of the rooms. “You act like such a big girl, but really, it’s okay if you like staying in a poopy diaper for a while, nana doesn’t mind!”
“THAT’S NOT WHY,” Alma snapped. She managed to pull one of her arms out of Ida’s grip. Again, she knew that she’d immediately be stopped if she tried to cast a spell, so she just pointed. “It’s ‘cause of the stuff those little twerps did to my head! So, trust me, as much as I really hate how awful this thing feels, don’t mess with it unless you’re gonna give me back my real underwear and my real clothes!”
“Hmmm, well that is a bit more complicated, isn’t it?” Ida tapped her chin. She had carried Alma into another room - this one wasn’t as empty as some of the others and looked like it was actually used sometimes, maybe as a smaller playroom. There was a changing table over in the corner, but Ida didn’t take Alma to it yet. “Nana doesn’t like to take sides when her little ones are playing a game…”
“Then don’t. Just lemme go!” Alma insisted.
“Buuuut.” Ida trailed her finger through the air. “I’d also be taking a side if I did that. And it is Nana’s job to change any poopy diaper she finds.” She looked genuinely unsure what to do. Until a little smirk came to her face. “Unless….”
“U-Unless?” Alma asked.
“Well, nana has to clean your poopy butt eventually,” she said. “But if you wanted to play for a bit first, I suppose that would be alright.”
Alma heaved a sigh. That was how “nana” wanted to “avoid taking sides” she guessed. She knew she’d be refreshing the hypnosis when she changed Alma, but she’d wait a bit longer before she did it, giving Alma time to think of a way to slip away again or at the very least, forestalling the worst case scenario a bit.
“Can’t we just wait, without ‘playing’ anything?” She asked.
“Nope!” Ida said with a giggle. “Nana would prefer it if you said ‘Please, nana, can I play in my poopy diaper for a bit longer before you change me?’” Alma felt like she might throw up right there.
“I’m not doin’ that,” she said flatly and Ida actually recoiled a bit.
“Fair enough, sweetie. Nana.” She cleared her throat and tugged her collar. “Nana may have overplayed her hand a bit there. Shall we just get started, then?” Alma kept glowering at her for a few seconds, then nodded. “Okay! We can play right here, how about…this one!” She said and turned so Alma was facing a bouncer seat that was hanging from the ceiling.
“Nnnnuh uh. Nope!” Alma shook her head. Ida giggled. She floated over to a rocking chair.
“How about we just sit here, then?” She asked, settling herself into the chair. It looked too small for Ida’s large body but once her ghostly form touched it, it expanded in an instant, becoming a comfortable fit for Ida and very big for Alma. Alma blinked a couple times, seeing she was suddenly higher up from the ground than she thought she should be. She looked up at Ida. Her brows knit in confusion. For the first time since she came here, she cared about something other then escaping or getting Charlie’s stupid chocolate truffle.
“Are you a — were you a.” She shook her head. “Are you a witch?”
“Hmmmm.” Ida leaned back and the chair started to rock back and forth. “I’ve been a lot of things. But right now, I believe I’m just a silly little ghost nanny.” Her arms shifted, pulling Alma a little closer.
“Mmph.” Alma initially fidgeted, but, she quickly ascertained this was better than going in this bouncer, so she just let it happen.
“Do you want to know more about me, Alma?” She asked. “If you wind up having to stay here, will you still want to? If you leave, will you still want to?”
Alma thought about not answering, but she figured the longer they talked, the longer this would go and the longer she’d have to think of a plan to slip away before Ida could change her diaper.
“I…I dunno. It’s just. You’re really strong, and you clearly can do some stuff that I think is beyond just being a ghost. I thought it was weird that the little ones could do things too, but. If a being that’s mostly just made up of energy like a ghost spends all of its time with a witch, then. Eventually, they’ll pick up some magic just, like, by osmosis.” She looked up. “Plus, I just. I thought I recognized your jewelry?”
“You think it’s a witch’s jewelry?” Ida asked. One of her hands started rubbing Alma’s back, up and down.
“Not exactly, but. Kinda? If it’s what I’m thinking of. It’s kind of similar.” She initially leaned away from the touch, but after a second, she stopped, so Ida kept doing it. “I dunno! Can you just answer?”
“Well. I can say you’re clearly a very smart, very studious, very observant girl,” Ida said to her. “Being a witch is very important to you, isn’t it? Would you feel a greater connection to me if you found out I am or was one?”
“Well…I dunno! That’s kind of a lot to figure out in this situation, isn’t it?” Alma asked. “Right now, I just don’t wanna be trapped here for six months or a year, or whatever!”
“That’s why I’m asking, sweetie,” Ida said softly. “If you find out, will the answer influence your decision to escape or not? If you do escape, will the answer influence your decision to come back? If you stay here, will it influence how hard you try to leave?” She let out a little sigh. At the same time as the sigh, Alma felt a little pulse of warmth engulf her. Alma was suddenly aware that she was leaning into Ida’s body pretty heavily and those arms were wrapped around her other side.
She was…very soft.
“You just said you want to leave. I just don’t want to tell you something that may affect that decision before you’re ready.”
Alma sucked in a breath and swallowed it.
“Charlie was right about you, huh.” Ida softly laughed at that.
“Perhaps. She’s a perceptive girl, too. Whatever she said about me, I hope it was nice,” Ida said. She rocked back and forth, cradling Alma against her body for a few moments. Alma didn’t say anything. She really didn’t know what to think of Ida right now, whether she was an enemy, an ally, or something else entirely, but for the moment at least, it seemed like it was fine to just. Stay like this.
Then Alma felt herself being lifted up. Then, she was sat back down on Ida’s body. The seat of her diaper pressed against Ida’s body, which gave for a second, before pressing back on Alma’s padding and squishing it against her.
“Ahh….” Alma winced out. “H-hey, that’s not—!”
“Up,” Ida said simply. Without removing Alma from the embrace, she gently guided her up, then set her down again, flattening Alma’s diaper against her again and getting another wince out of Alma.
“C-C’mon, we don’t gotta do this,” Alma pleaded.
“It’s okay. Trust nana, just for a moment. This won’t have to count against anything else. Nobody else has to know,” she said. “This is just for us.” As she did, she released another pulse of warmth. Alma took in a breath when she felt it wrap around her like a blanket. From the top of her head to the tips of her toes and unfortunately, yes, even her messy, sludgey, diapered butt. She just felt warm and comforted all over. “Up,” she said simply. This time she didn’t bring Alma up herself. It was a request, one Alma wasn’t following yet.
“Y…you promise?” Alma asked.
“Promise,” Ida said back.
Alma swallowed. Then she set her head against Ida’s shoulder… …and she pushed herself up.
Ida guided her back down. This time when her bottom bounced on the ghost nanny’s body, it briefly glowed orange as another, stronger pulse of warmth came out. Alma let out a little noise at this one. Her toes wriggled a bit in her silly little white booties as she stretched out, then withdrew again.
“Again?” Ida asked. It took a minute, but Alma let out a huff.
‘It’s just to take up more time. That’s all.’
That was what she told herself as she nodded and pushed herself up again.
They continued on like that, a pattern quickly establishing itself. Alma bounced up and down on Ida (it would’ve been something roughly equivalent to her knee, but, well, Ida didn’t have legs). Ida’s body flashed a soft orange color every few seconds, like a firefly. Alma was squished and bounced and smushed in her mess repeatedly, but after a while, it stopped feeling like she was stuck in a gross, uncomfortable, stinky mess. After a while, all she noticed was the warmth.
Eventually, Alma stopped bouncing. Not out of a desire to stop, but because she was a little out of breath. She went back to resting against Ida, sweat gathering on her forehead from a mix of the warmth and the exertion and Ida was happy to just rock back and forth with her for a bit. Alma wasn’t sure how long she bounced for and she wasn’t sure how long they rocked for after that. On some level, she knew it wasn’t good to let her guard down like this, but…that didn’t change the fact that her guard was down.
She let out a little noise as she was lifted up. Ida was getting out of the chair. A moment later, she was let out of the warm embrace and laid down on a soft, flat surface instead. She blinked a couple times, just staring up at Ida’s smiling face as she felt a tearing noise.
She winced when she suddenly felt a cold sensation. She saw Ida chuckle fondly. The cold sensation was gone a second later, replaced by a warm one. She realized she felt something else over the next couple minutes. That sludgey, uncomfortable feeling that she’d reached a sense of equilibrium with was going away. It was being replaced by a feeling of being… …
…clean.
‘Oh, crap.’
“Wait!”
Snapping back to reality, she tried to sit up. Ida gently caught her and laid her back down.
“Ida, you don’t have to!” She insisted. Ida let out a sigh and stopped wiping Alma’s bottom. Alma saw her look off into the middle distance, saw the grimace appear on her face. For all of a second, Alma thought she’d successfully convinced her.
But that second passed and the conflicted grimace was replaced once again by the confident, congenial, slightly patronizing smile of the daycare’s nanny.
“Sorry, sweetie,” she cooed. “But nana has to follow the rules! And that means changing every little one’s poopy diaper!” She said and went back to cleaning Alma, finishing wiping her up. Before Alma could object, she’d gotten a new diaper and slid it under her bottom. Next came a generous helping of powder on Alma and into the diaper itself.
“I…I…” Alma didn’t know what to say. She had a bunch of thoughts in her head, a lot of them in conflict with each other, plus unfortunately an even more burning curiosity to know who Ida was, plus, even more unfortunately than that, a realization that her time was up and she hadn’t come up with a plan to escape because she was too busy cuddling with the ghost nanny. Between the remnants of the ghost girls’ hypnosis and the warmth still working its way through her system, Alma’s head was feeling pretty cottony and she didn’t have the capability to parse all of these thoughts out from each other and either way, she didn’t have the time. Ida was diapering her right now. She was a handful of seconds away from going back under the hypnosis.
Alma bit her lip. She wanted to say something. But she needed to think of it quick. She took in a breath and forced herself to decide. She wasn’t sure if things had changed or not. But, there was one thing she was still pretty certain of.
“Ida.” She bit her lip. Then she looked the nanny in the eyes. “I’m gonna escape from this place. I swear! ‘Cause I’m a witch!”
Ida hesitated for a moment. Then, the slightly put-on slightly patronizing smile of the nanny doting on her little ones vanished, just for a second, replaced by a different kind of smile. Alma wasn’t sure what it was. But she knew it was different.
“Then I suppose I’ll talk to you again soon, my witch,” she said, inclining her head.
Then, the front of the diaper came up, the padding settling neatly between Alma’s legs. The tapes went on, first one, then the other. Ida gave the finished padding a pat, sending a small puff of powder out of one of the leg guards.
“There we are! Feel better, Alma?” She asked. Alma blinked a couple times and looked around.
“I - I think so,” she said. She seemingly only just then realized she was laying on a table, getting her diaper changed. She let out a grunt and sat up, grabbing for her bloomers to pull them up.
“Here, let me, sweetie,” the nanny said, taking Alma’s bloomers in her hands and pulling them up until they softly nestled the girl’s diaper once again. Alma let out a sigh, but wiggled a bit in her bloomers. The clean padding felt nice, at least.
“Hey! Hey, she’s right here! Lemon, she’s here!”
Licorice floated into the room through the wall, pulling Lemon along with her. The scene didn’t leave much to the imagination. Alma and Ida at a changing table. Two diapers, one messy and balled up, hanging between two of Ida’s fingers. A clean one, freshly taped onto Alma. Licorice put two and two together quickly and let out a sigh of relief, her entire body relaxing and floating to the ground at once.
“Thanks, Ida,” Licorice said.
“For what, dear?” Ida asked. Licorice gave her a look and puffed her cheeks out.
“Uh huh,” she said back, not buying Ida’s faux-ignorance for a second, but not willing to push on it either. Instead, she floated back up to Alma. “Hehe, so you just got changed, huh?” Alma looked off, blushing a bit.
“Y-yeah. I guess so,” she said as she turned herself around and went to hop off the table. Ida caught her and very lightly and gently set her on the ground instead.
“Heheh! That means you wandered off and pooped your pants!” Licorice said, poking Alma’s stomach a few times, teasingly.
“Stooop!” Alma whined, swatting at her. “Ugh! It’s not like you don’t do it too! How long’s it been since you had to get changed out of a messy diaper?!” She asked, which did seem to disarm Licorice. She looked up at Ida, who put her hands on her hips, clearly willing to fact-check the next words out of Licorice’s mouth.
“Like. Two and a half hours,” Licorice admitted, and suddenly seemed very uninterested in making fun of the state of anybody’s diapers anymore. “Anyway! You shouldn’t have wandered off, silly! We have to get ready for your party, don’t you remember? C’mon!” She said and took Alma’s wrist.
“O-okay!” Alma agreed, but before she left with Licorice, she looked up at Ida. “Uhm. Thanks, Ida,” she said quickly. Licorice huffed and let go of Alma, vanishing through the wall. Ida smiled down at her.
“Did you like bouncy-time, Alma?” She asked. Alma blinked a couple times, her eyes fogging over, then squinting as if she was trying to recall something. After a few seconds, she looked at Ida again, then looked away, a blush appearing on her face. She twisted her foot on the ground a couple times.
“Mmn.” She gave a little nod. Ida leaned down and patted her head a couple times.
“We can do it again later,” she said. “Promise.” Then, Ida looked up at the wall and chuckled as Licorice returned. “Oh. I believe your ride has arrived.”
“Oh - ah, Licorice, is that really.” She sighed. “Do I gotta?” Alma asked.
“Of course you do!” Licorice said, holding the handles of the stroller she’d just rolled in. “It’s your party! You gotta arrive in style!”
“I can just walk, though!”
“No walk!” Licorice insisted. “Style! Elegance! You have to arrive like a star!” Alma let out a huff. She wasn’t really buying it, but she also knew Licorice wasn’t gonna let it drop. So she gave a little nod. But before she could take a step towards it, Ida’s hands came up under her arms.
“Let nana handle that,” she said softly. Alma blushed a little harder, but ultimately nodded. Ida set her down in the seat of the stroller and hummed to herself as she pulled up the buckles, clicking them all together over Alma’s chest in a five-point harness. “There you go, sweetie. Have fun at your party!” She said with a wave.
“Y…yeah," Alma said. Licorice grinned and turned the stroller around, pushing her out the door.
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