“What exactly am I looking at Lena?” Miss Gains, the day care worker asked Lena. Lena thought the answer was obvious. There was a dark wet stain around the crotch of her green shortalls, and the smell in the room made it clear that it wasn’t water. “Your mommy said you were potty trained,” Mis gains fished a notebook out of the apron she wore over her blue jeans and plain t-shirt. It detailed information about all the daycare’s charges, including if they were marked as needing diapers or not. Lena was marked as not needing them, but whether that was true or not was in the air at the moment.

“I am potty trained,” Lena whined. “And she’s not my mommy,” She added more quietly. She didn’t make too much of a protest at that because, while that title wasn’t official, Lena and her partner were definitely part of the care giver little dynamic. Whatever Shar was to Lena the term “mommy” wasn’t that far off.

“Well then explain this?” Miss Gains gestured to the obvious dark spot that had ruined Lena’s shortalls.

“It was an accident,” Lena huffed. “I was holding it in until Sarah, Bobby, and I got done with hide and seek.” Lena explained fervently. “I was trying to hide at the top of the jungle gym and then I fell down, and when I fell I just …” Lena trailed off at the end, though the ending was obvious. Lena looked back at Miss Gains with pleading eyes.

Lena had to give Miss Gains some credit. The caregiver was taking her story seriously. Most caregivers Lena knew tended to ignore littles that weren’t their own, brushing off their legitimate complaints or thoughts as just little’s whining or wanting attention. Miss Gains was different, and it was probably this difference that suited her position at the local day care.

“Ok Lena, I believe you,” Miss Gains said breathing out her immediate frustration. “But we do have a problem here. Your shortalls are soaked. We can’t let you go back out to play like that. Plus, you know the rule here.” Lena did know the rule she was referring to and it was why she immediately launched into pleading.

“Oh, come on Miss Gains. You know it was just an accident. I’m not like the babies. I don’t wear diapers.”

“Think for a second Lena,” Miss Gains cut the whining off early expertly. “You’re right. It was just an accident, but your shortalls are soaked and your mommy didn’t leave you a spare set of clothes. I’m not about to let you go back to play with pee all over you. We don’t have anything else for you to wear except diapers.”

Lena sniffled a little. She tried her best to remain calm and stoic, but it just wasn’t fair. Even with a caretaker that listened to her, and even if it was just an accident, she would still be spending the rest of her day in diapers. She wasn’t a baby. She may be a little, but she wasn’t a baby.

“Lena listen,” Miss Gains sensed the coming tears and spoke gently to Lena to calm her down. “I know it’s not fair, but this is the only thing we can do.”

“I’m not a baby,” Lean said fighting back tears.

“No, you’re not,” Miss Gains agreed. “You had a bad thing happen to you, but what makes you a big girl is taking that bad thing with your head held high.” Lena looked a little more hopeful. “Look I’ll get you changed, and then I’ll just let you play in the nursery by yourself ok. None of your friends will see you in a diaper, and when your mommy gets here, I’ll explain that it was all an accident. Ok?”

“Ok,” Lena said calming down. She huffed lightly as she got mad at herself. She let her emotions get the better of her again, but she was a little. Being emotional was part of it. The thought that at least Miss Gains saw her as a big girl, helped her accept what was about to happen.

“Good girl,” Miss Gains praised. Lena’s brain lit up at the phrase. Most submissives were hard wired to respond to the phrase.

Miss Gains had the good sense to pull Lena into the nursery when she saw what had happened. The rules of the daycare were set in stone. If someone here had an accident, then they were in diapers for the rest of the day at least, and probably longer if their potty training came into question. There was no room for negotiation. It even applied to the workers, though it was only ever enacted against a worker once. This conversation was always going to end with Lena in a diaper, but Miss Gains was skilled enough that Lena was going into a diaper willingly and not while throwing a tantrum or having to have her bottom spanked first.

Lena blushed as her soiled clothes were removed. Thankfully her crop top length shirt was spared from the damage of her accident, though it was about to be very bad at covering her diaper. With nothing but her crop top on Lena was gently laid down on the changing table with an uneasy groan.

“You’re being such a big girl,” Miss Gains praised as she perused all the different sizes of diapers before settling on one that would fit Lena. Lena sniffled as the diaper was laid out underneath her, and shut her eyes as Miss Gains finished the process of powdering and taping up the diaper. “There all done,” Miss Gains said with a smile. “That wasn’t so bad, was it?” Lena nodded no meekly as Miss Gains helped her off of the changing table.

Lena caught a glance of herself in a mirror in the nursery. The purple crop top was completely ineffective at covering the diaper around her waist. The diaper was a thick and crinkly thing, covered in cute cartoon animals and stars that turned into water drops when wet. The day care stocked diapers for their adult baby charges, or the other charges who were being punished for poor bladder control. In both of these cases, the more cutsey and baby the print, the more effective. Lena had a thought that her outfit looked incomplete without a pacifier clipped onto the collar of her shirt. She didn't share that thought with Miss Gains, but still blushed at the image in her mind.

“I think you look cute,” Miss Gains said with a positive smile. Lena didn’t answer. “Now you can play up here until your mommy comes to get you. There may be one or two of the babies that have to be put down for naps, but you know they aren’t the type to tattle.”

“Babble maybe, but not tattle,” Lena joked. Miss Gains gave a pity laugh.

“Be good up here ok,” Miss Gains said seriously before leaving the room to get back to her job. Lena found herself alone in a nursery, with a diaper on. There wasn’t anything to do but play with the more baby themed toys in the room. Lena supposed she could also venture out into the general play space with her friends, but considering her current outfit that wasn’t going to happen. The boredom took to Lena quickly and she found a box of shapes to play with to pass the time.

It was around the time Lena had put all the shapes in the right holes for the third time that she felt an odd feeling in her gut. It hit her suddenly, so much so that she grunted out loud. Lena got up to run to the bathroom, but stopped short of the door. The bathroom for the charges was in the main play room. Running toward that would mean running past all her friends and showing off her diaper to everyone in the room. Getting to the bathroom wouldn’t be easy either. Most of the charges that were in diapers were banned from using the bathroom all together. She would no doubt have to stop to explain the situation to one of the caregivers, and that was just more time for everyone else to ogle her wearing a diaper.

With a wince Lena sat back down on the floor. She thought that surely Miss Gains would come to check on her soon, or Shara would come to pick her up. Either way she would need to wait on an adult to solve this problem. She tried to get back to playing, but the rumbling in her tummy constantly nagged at her.

Lena wasn’t sure how long it had been, but it felt like forever. She was struggling to hold back the pain in her stomach, hoping that Miss Gains or Shara would come soon. They wouldn’t come soon enough. As Lena stood up, she let out a final whimper and her bowels gave out. There in the nursery she filled her diaper with a weakened grunt. With her bowels empty her bladder too broke and let loose a stream into the already soiled padding. Lena couldn’t do anything but stand there agape, somewhere between confused and surprised at what she had just done.

“Lena. I just wanted to check on you,” Miss Gains said entering the room. To Lena, her timing couldn’t have been worse.

It took only a moment for the expert caretaker Miss Gains to realize what had happened in her absence. Lena’s confused stance, the diaper around her waist with drops instead of stars, and the smell in the room would each be a dead giveaway by themselves.

“Lena!” Miss Gains shouted accusingly.

“I – I – I didn’t,” Lena was able to explain the accident this time around. “I didn’t mean.”

“One time is an accident Lena, but two times is on purpose.” Miss gains said pointedly.

“It wasn’t,” Lena whined. “I wanted to go potty but I …”

“I don’t wanna hear it,” Miss Gains cute Lena off. “You’re not gonna convince me that a girl that’s supposed to be potty trained accidentally pooped her diaper.” Lena turned away with a blush. “Your mommy is on her way and she’s going to hear about this one.”

“No. Please, Miss Gains,” Lena tried to plead but Miss Gains wasn’t hearing anything. Having decided that Lena had deceived her earlier with her accident story Miss Gains had shifted to a caregiver that ignored a little’s whines.

“In fact, I think I’ll have her see it in person,” Miss Gains grabbed Lena’s hand and led her over to one of the cribs in the room. Lena gasped as Miss Gains pushed against the dirty diaper to get Lena into the crib. Miss Gains raised the bars and locked them shut, leaving Lena trapped in a crib with a dirty diaper. “She’s on her way and I’m sure she will have a lot to say seeing you like this.” Miss Gains said before angrily leaving the room.

Lena couldn’t help but cross her arms and huff. She knew that the image of her huffing and pouting in a messy diaper probably wouldn’t help her case. Tantruming littles in messy diapers were rarely taken seriously. Lena couldn’t do anything but silently fume and grow anxious as she waited for Shara to arrive to pick her up, but she wasn’t looking forward to what would happen when she did. She wouldn’t have to wait long, it was only a few minutes later that Shara was led into the nursery by Miss Gains.

“Lena!” Shara said shocked. Lena knew that she likely looked incredibly guilty. “I didn’t want to believe it, but I can’t deny what I’m seeing.”

“It was an accident I swear,” Lena pleaded from behind the bars of the crib.

“Was the first one an accident? Or was it the second time you wet your pants? How about when you pooped yourself, was that an accident too?” Shara asked pointedly.

“Yes,” Lena whined.

“If you’re having accidents like that then maybe diapers are what you need to be wearing,” Shara responded. All Lena could do was whine, Shara had a point.

“She will need them for the rest of the week anyway,” Miss Gains spoke up. “I just spoke with the owner, she says for an accident like this, Lena needs to show up to daycare already in diapers for at least a week, and then we can evaluate if she's potty trained or not.”

“That’s not fair,” Lena protested in a whine.

“It’s more than fair sweetie,” Shara sighed. “I can already tell you that you’re going to be in them for more than a week.”

“Noooooo,” Lena let out a long whine. “I’m not a baby! Shara!”

“You’re certainly acting like a baby right now,” Shara fired back. “Maybe I need to remind you that I’m the one in charge in our relationship. That includes whether you’re ready to be out of diapers or not.”

“But I …” Lena couldn’t finish the thought. There was a tension between the two. Lena could always say no. There was nothing actually binding a submissive to their dominant. She didn’t say no though, at least not seriously. “I’m not a baby.” Lena ended that sentence with a whimper.

“I think maybe you are, at least you will be for a while,” Shara sighed and lowered the bars to the crib and helped Lena out. “You don’t mind if I take another of your diapers Miss Gains?”

“Not at all,” the caretaker answered. “Just be sure to have her bring some with her tomorrow.”

“We’ll be going to the store right after this to pick some out for her,” Shara assured the caretaker. Leana groaned as she was led to the changing table and sat down in the mess of her diaper again. Miss Gains helped by handing Shara some wipes, which Shara used immediately as she got to work. Shara shook her head in annoyance. When she had gotten together with Lena, she knew Lena was a little, but she didn’t think she was an adult baby. The messy diaper before her seemed to contradict that. Despite being unprepared for it, her caregiver instincts kicked in, and she neatly changed Lena into a new clean diaper. “Come on Lena,” Shara helped Lena off the changing table when she was finally done. She grabbed her hand and started leaving the nursery.

“But mommy,” Lena blurted out the new title suddenly. “My friends will see my diaper,” As soon as the complaint left her mouth Lena knew it was pointless.

“You better get used to that,” Shara countered not stopping her stride. “You’re going to be in them with the rest of the babies after today.”

“What?” Lena complained still struggling in vain as the group moved to the main play area.

“That’s part of the rules dear,” Miss Gains explained. “Anyone in a diaper is in the baby class.”

“It’s going to fit your new role pretty well too,” Shara said ominously.

At this point the group had made it into the main play area, and all eyes were on the obviously recently disciplined little that had entered the room, and what she was wearing. A permeant blush donned Lena’s face as her demeanor suddenly shifted. Her attempts to keep Shara from moving forward shifted to attempts to get her to move forward faster. She was eager to get out of the day care and away from prying eyes quickly. She wasn’t fast enough though.

“Is that Lena,” One voice shouted out.

“It is, and she’s in a diaper,” another added.

“I knew she wet her pants like a baby, but I didn’t think she’d fall this quickly,” Another snickered. The room filled with quiet snickers and Lena tried her best to hide herself and her diaper behind Shara as her now mommy signed her out of the day care.

“Here’s a list of some things we recommend for our adult baby charges,” Miss Gains said handing Shara a sheet of paper. “You may need it while you’re out shopping for supplies for your new little one.”

“Thank you,” Shara said looking at the decidedly little girl embarrassingly hiding behind her.

“Come on little baby we need to go shopping,” Shara grabbed Lena’s hand again and left amid the snickers of the other charges as Lena was called a little baby.