The Nanny Switch

Millie bounced on her feet, smiling while looking around the Art Deco style home. A heavy dark wooden door stretched up above her, the lawn was freshly cut, and a few kids were playing footy down the street. The sun bathing her in a pleasant warmth, she slipped her earbuds off and stowed them in her purse just as the door swept open. The stark white walls of the interior were nearly as bright as the morning sun.

“Good morning!” The occupant said, thrusting a hand out towards her. “You must be Millie, I’m Helen.”

Slightly shorter than herself, the older woman was dressed in a stylish and loose collared dress. Curtains of silky-smooth red hair framed her face. Shaking her hand, Millie felt suddenly cold. Gently, the older woman pulled her into the space guiding her down the entryway towards the bright depths of the home. “Thank you so much for coming, the search has been exhausting.”

Slipping beside her, Helen removed her hand but urged the co-ed down the hall. “Let’s head to the kitchen, I just poured myself a drink. Would you like a cup of coffee?” Shaking her head, Millie felt her face crease. The walls were largely bare, no photos, no art, just a few sconces and sockets. Rounding a corner, she saw the path diverge. To one side was a short hallway lined with three doors. “Down there is the nursery, laundry room, and master bedroom.” Helen chimed, pulling Millie in the opposite direction into a neat living space. 

The living room and dining room joined the kitchen with an exterior door to the garden.  Contrasting the stark white of the rest of the home, most of the furnishings were black and chrome.  A small island divided the kitchen space and set upon the counter was a glass of milk. 

Helen swept the glass up in one motion and brought it to her lips. “You sure you don’t want a drink? It’s rather warm out.”

Millie arched an eyebrow, then nodded. “Um sure…”

Helen was already in the refrigerator. “I like to get a sense for the applicant before I get into the meat of an interview.” She pulled out a small jug of almond milk, pouring it into an identical glass. “Now, you noted on your application that you’re in University?”

Millie flinched, pulling her limbs closer to her body. “For the moment yes.”

“Oh?”

“I’m currently in my second year, pursuing electrical engineering. I’m not entirely sure it’s for me.”

Helen set the glass down beside Millie. “I see, is there something else you’d rather be doing?”

Millie chuckled. “Too many things to be honest, I’m just trying to get it all sorted.”

“I see. Well, you’re young enough I’m sure you’ll figure that out.”  Helen lifted her glass once again. “Where do you see yourself in three months?”

“In school, probably. I’m not the sort to dash off without a plan.”

“Well, that’s a relief. I know you have experience babysitting, but have you performed care at the level this job requires?”

Grimacing, Millie shook her head. “I’ve never been a Nanny before, no. But I am certified in first aid and am reliable. I can certainly meet the expectations you laid out.”

Helen pursed her lips, her eyes glazing up and down the blonde. “I see.” Millie held her hands behind her back, her fingernails slicing into the skin of her palm. The space was silent, save for the shouting of the children down the street as they continued their game. Millie began rocking on her feet and opened her mouth to speak but Helen held up a hand. “You didn’t come here by car, did you?”

Millie tilted her head. “No. I took an Uber.”

“I see, please drink up. Can I count on you to arrive on time every morning? Or would you need housing?”

In an instant Millie lifted the glass to her lips, the vanilla scent of the milk tickling her nose. “Housing… um that’s ok. I’m very punctual.” Millie’s eyes widened, the milk disappearing from the glass as she greedily sucked down half of the contents. “Though housing won’t be available until the fall.”

Helen stepped forward. “Oh don’t be silly, I have room.” 

The young woman stepped back slightly, there was something curious about Helen’s expression. She swept a lock of brown hair behind an ear as she almost prowled into Millie’s personal space. “I mean it’s tempting…” She stammered. Helen was smiling sweetly, if not warmly. She was slightly shorter than Millie, and while her outfit hid most of her slender frame the blonde was impressed with how youthful she seemed. Nervously, Millie lifted her glass to her lips again. 

Stepping backwards, the world swung around. The shorter woman seemed to smear across the room, her smile slicing through the disorientation as Millie steadied herself against the island. Her glass clattering before toppling over as Millie felt the tile floor collide with the back of her head. 

Helen bent forward, pressing her hands into the skirt of her dress. Millie’s head pounded as the room twisted and twirled around the woman looming above her. Millie tried to speak but found it hard to breathe. Her limbs felt heavy, her outfit scraped and tickled her skin as she felt darkness creep in around the edge of her vision. 

Squirming on the floor, she felt her shoe slip free of her foot. Splaying her limbs out she reached for Helen, and then she was gone. Her vision exploded back for nanoseconds at a time, the ceiling, Helen standing over her, a pulling sensation about her waist, feeling motion sickness as the world moved about her. 

With a shot, she pressed herself up on the palms of her hands. Momentary confusion as she looked at the brown expanse before her. The sun had set, but the arm of the couch was rising in front of her. “When…did I get to the couch?”

“Aw, pumpkin!? All rested from your nappy nap?”

Whirling around, Millie’s eyes slammed into a field of white linen. Craning her neck upwards, she found herself looking into Helen’s face. The older woman was statuesque, her body seemed huge! She slipped into the seat beside her, causing Millie to scramble back against the seat.

Her feet slipping along the smooth leather surface, she became aware of a strange weight keeping her legs apart. An odd crinkling drew her gaze downward, and her stomach lurched. “A DIAPER!?! What the fuck Helen!?” 

“Language! I swear, I have no idea where you little ones pick up this stuff.” The enormous woman cooed, gently patting Millie’s thigh. Wincing, Millie felt her leg rattle in its socket. Helen’s hand felt incredibly heavy. “I’ll forgive you, just this once. You’ve had a big day.”

Her skin flushing, Millie felt a bead of sweat slide down her temple. Her breathing felt ragged, her skin bristling as it scraped against unfamiliar cloth. Looking down, her silk dress was gone. In its place was a thick cotton tank, something kept bumping into her neck. Reaching up, she found her fingers brushing against a thick terrycloth bib.

Helen grinned, spooning a dollop of something into her mouth. “Ice cream, you want some?” She said, reaching down and running her fingers through the seat of the diaper around Millie’s waist. 

The young blonde shivered, wincing and squirming as the fingers scraped against her thighs. “What!? No! Knock it the f---!? Leave me alone!”

“How can I leave such a cutie like you alone.” Helen sang, spooning a dollop of pale white cream into her mouth. Reaching behind the couch, the giant woman smirked and pulled a pink hand towel from behind the couch. She dabbed her lips, and then dropped the towel onto Millie’s lap. “Now, let’s fix that hair of yours.” 

Millie squealed as Helen yanked yanked her onto her lap. All attempts at resistance were easily rebuffed, giant fingers twirled and smoothed the young blondes hair. When she was finished, she could feel a pair of rigid pig tailed braids. “What is going on Helen..?”

The giant woman cooed at her, placing her fingers between her spread legs. She felt unnaturally hot fingertips tracing the leg holes of her humiliating prison. “Well sweetie, I have a confession.” Helen beamed down at her. “Frankly, I don’t have a child.” Millie swallowed as she glanced about the posh, suddenly intimidating space. “But I’ve always wanted a little one. Thanks to a neat chemical solution I designed, I can!”

“That’s impossible, how!?”

“Oh hush, you wouldn’t understand the chemistry anyway. Now, cute little baby’s need plenty of rest and Mummy has a very long day tomorrow. Since you’re dry, I’ll bring you to your nursery.”

“My Nursery!?”

“Hehehe, goodness. You’re not very quick are you, we discussed this.” Millie winced as she withdrew 

“Helen! Wait! Please… this…” Her eyes darted about the room. “This is a lot to take in.”

The gigantic woman’s face crinkled, curling into a pout. Her enormous eyes narrowing to pin pricks as she scrutinized the smaller blonde. “Oh fine… You’re right. I guess you have had a big day.” She stood and folded her arms beneath her bust. “You stay put, cutie, I’ll be right back.”

The giant woman sneered down at her, arching an eyebrow before striding down the hall. Millie could hear a door creak open, and Helen rummaging around in a dresser. The tiny woman glanced around the space, the home seeming titanic and claustrophobic all at once. Shaking her head, she moved towards the edge of the couch, subconsciously dragging the blanket along behind her. Cartoon foods smirked up at her as the bib dangled away from her chest. Grunting and whimpering she reached behind her neck and tore the bib free, hurling it away. It landed on the coffee table mere feet from her.

Suddenly, Helen reappeared. She’d changed into a set of pyjamas, a turquoise tank and matching trousers with a rainbow pattern. “Alright cupcake, it’s close to your bedtime. Let’s get you prepped for sleepies.”

“Wait! Don’t…” Millie tried to protest, but Helen was already reaching for her smaller frame. 

Helen slipped a hand under Millie’s backside, supporting her entire body in the crook of her arm. The world spun as the giantess stood, before leaning forward and snatching something from where her titanic bulk had rested. Something fuzzy was draped over Millie’s chest, and instinctively she clutched it to her chin. “Aww, you look so precious with your blankie.” Walking through the room, Millie felt her cold legs knocking against one another as Helen spoke, feeling her now deeper voice rumbling along the arm holding her aloft. “You’re going to love the nursery sweetie; it’s got everything a little shrinkee could want.”

“Shrinkee!?”

“Mmmhmm! Yep. A shrinkee.” Helen lifted her free hand, poking Millie’s nose. “Just like you! Frankly, the process never gets old. I was a little disappointed your old dress was so loose. But as you shrank into it, the effect was rather rapturous. I filmed it, maybe if you’re good I’ll show you!” 

Millie gasped, her jaw screaming as it shifted out of place. ‘I really did shrink..?’ She mused, picturing her lithe frame sinking into her collapsing outfit. ‘My phone! Where’d she put it? I can call for help!’ 

“Aww, someone’s still sleepy isn’t she.” Said Helen. Blinking, Millie glanced upwards before nodding. “Not to worry pumpkin, we’ll get you ready for bed.”

Squeezing her thighs together, she winced at Helen’s every movement. The giantess paused before a door, grasping the knob in one hand. Millie could feel the exertion through Helen’s body as it swung open. The tiny blonde could see cheery and humiliating wall art rise above her as Helen carried her inside. Before Millie could say anything, she found herself gently laid on a soft pleather surface. Inching backward, she found herself stuck. 

Looking up, she saw Helen smirking down at her, her thumb and forefinger pinching her reduced ankle. “Be patient sweetie.” The giant woman stooped, keeping Millie trapped on the top of the table. Millie swallowed hard, gagging as she realized exactly what piece of furniture she was on. Behind Helen the reduced blonde could see the breadth of the cozy nursery. A small crib with imposingly high walls, large windows, humiliating accessories fit only for infants. ‘Can I signal for help?’ She thought to herself, gently pulling on the corner of her blanket. 

Helen stood again, and in one motion yanked Millie’s coarse blue top off before forcing another garment over her head. She barely struggled as Helen twisted and pulled her arms into the sleeves of the gown. A field of watermelon slices swallowed her figure. 

The giant woman hummed a tune as she forced a pair of thick red socks onto Millie’s bare feet. “There we go, all done!” Helen gripped Millie’s wrists, pumping her tiny arms up and down. “Ready for bed sweetie?” 

Millie felt her teeth grinding as she let Helen have her fun. ‘Do not give her any ammunition, when she goes to bed make your escape.’ Her inner voice chided. 

“Aww, you’re no fun. Not to worry though, a good night’s rest and you’ll be totally amenable.”

Lifting Millie once again, she dangled the little blonde in the air, facing the crib and the window beyond. Millie quickly scanned through the panes, looking for any possible avenue of rescue. Unfortunately, the windows of the home looked out over nothing. A dark forest was being swallowed by the night as Millie was gently lowered into the crib. 

Helen pressed her down onto the mattress, forcing the blonde onto her back. Millie shuddered, looking up at the titanic woman pinning her to the mattress top with one hand. “Alright Millie, we’re going to have to work on that attitude of yours.” She chided, cracking an almost surgically thin smile. All the little blonde could do was nod, trying not to glare. After a minute, Helen took her hand from her chest, and placed her hands on her hips. “Welp, good night pumpkin. Sleep tight!”

The giantess spun around and walked out the room. For hours, Millie sat there, steaming. The sun continued fading until the night sky was pitch black, out the window by the changing table she could see the large silvery disc of the moon rising over the horizon. The only activity came when Millie heard footsteps outside the door and heard light switches toggling off as her tormentor walked through her home. The door to her nursery creaked open and Millie flopped onto the mattress, clenching her eyes shut. Helen sighed sweetly, the sticky sound painting its way across Millie’s nerves. Then the door closed again. 

After a moment or two, Millie let one of her eyes open slightly. Helen had not entered the space, and the miniaturized woman was alone once more. Rising to her knee’s she scanned the room. The bedroom door was on the far side of the wall, but accessible. More to the point, the hallway was dark. 

Standing, Millie was relieved to see the walls of her crib only rose to about her shoulder. Pressing herself onto the arm, she gingerly dangled her legs over the side, and slowly lowered herself towards the floor. Her booties were soft and didn’t give her any purchase on the smooth frame. Her feet weren’t reaching the floor, even dangling with her arms fully extended.  Whimpering, she dropped from the arm of the crib, and began slowly creeping across the floor.

The bedroom door was tall, but manageable. Rising to her tip toes, she carefully grasped the knob and struggled with it. Eventually, she hopped up, dangling as she tried to use gravity to help her with the handle. Wincing and trying to be as quiet as possible as she thumped the panel of the door with her body. 

Eventually, she heard the door click and felt it swing open. Dropping back down to the floor, she let the door open a bit further before creeping across the threshold. The interior of the house was dark, a car passing in front of the house illuminated the cathedral like structure of the hall. Carefully, she stepped out and began inching towards the living room. 

“Aww, I’ve got a little explorer!” Millie froze, her hands balling into fists by her waist. Turning, Millie saw Helen leaning against the jamb of her bedroom door. “Very impressive, climbing with that thick diaper on. I guess we’ll have to make that thicker, won’t we?”

Millie’s knees were knocking, and she inched back along the hall towards the relative freedom of the living room. “Please… let me go…” Her voice sputtered, inwardly running over every possible option she had at her disposal. Despite every instinct telling her to run, Millie’s body felt like lead. All she could manage was an agonizing crawl.

“Why would I do that?” Helen teased, prowling through the dark hall towards the miniature Millie. “After all, we’ve barely gotten started.”