💡🐇 Naughty Thoughts

💧🚼 The Third Baby

The master likes to be in control of every detail of his life. He may also be a little sadistic, but not in the matter of causing physical suffering. He thinks violence is the last option for people who don't have any better ideas. So his ideal punishment, for anyone who goes against his wishes, is to pamper them and treat them like princesses. Whether it's a reporter who got a little too close to the illegal side of his business, or a romantic partner who seemed to care a little too much about her own feelings, and wasn't fast enough to do whatever he wanted.

Their fate is to become babies again, and be his little family; watching him enjoy life as their ability to argue slowly becomes a distant memory. Of course, the drugs he uses to achieve this transformation are a closely guarded secret; and that means that he can't bring the babies along when he's negotiating territorial boundaries with one of his big rivals, or visiting a secret resort to discuss politics with the rest of the global elite. That's when he has to hire a nanny to take care of his little ones, and to manage their medication.

Of course, she doesn't know that it's medicine. But there's a little something extra in the baby formula; and in the juice, in the rusks, and in all the pots of baby food prepared by the master's best chef. There's special stuff in the baby oil, and in the powder, the wipes, and even in the diapers. Every day, in a dozen little ways, the master's victims get a little more of the drugs that keep them unable to speak, while they slowly lose their coordination, potty training, balance, and most importantly their memories of who they used to be. And the nanny doesn't need to know about any of this; she just gets a very strict list of rules from the man of the house about looking after his little angels while he's on a business trip. Make sure to use lots of baby powder, and to make sure that they are properly fed; they're only allowed the food that is left for them because of allergies, and so on.

This time, it's a bit different. It doesn't matter if the nanny has a little baby oil left on her skin; or the tiny amounts of the drugs absorbed through her hands when she holds the special baby wipes. It doesn't matter if she tastes the baby food in her efforts to convince a fussy baby that it's wholesome; a spoonful or two isn't enough to have an effect on an adult woman. Even a fussy baby managing to kick over the baby powder and spill it all over her wouldn't be such a big deal if she washed it off right away. But between the powder, and the wipes, and the food, a dozen small exposures might have started to add up. And this week, the nanny is a conscientious young woman; she's determined to finish changing the toddlers before worrying about herself, and then decides that cleaning the nursery is a priority. She might even have started to feel a little light-headed; but put it down to tiredness and not eating properly.

By the time she had cleaned up the mess, the kids were wanting attention again. There wasn't time to take a shower, she was sure. So she rushed, using a couple of baby wipes to get most of the baby powder off her skin. That should be good enough in a hurry, right?

She kept on thinking that she was just tired. A little dizzy, but not such a big deal. Even when she almost wet her pants, leaking a little as she found herself running to the bathroom without warning, her only thought was that she must be coming down with something. And she couldn't get cover at this short notice. But... well, she was sure she could look after a couple of little kids. And if that particular problem continued? Well, she was relatively small, and both toddlers were unusually large for their age, just like their father. So she could probably get away with taking one of their pull-ups just in case. A little baby powder, and she knew there would be nothing for her to worry about even if the worst happened.

As the week goes on, she starts to realise something weird is going on, but by then it's too late to stop it. She still can't get anyone to support her, and she starts to find herself weaker; she can't push the toddlers around anymore. But thankfully they don't actually cause too much trouble. They start eating the meals that were left in the fridge for the nanny, and she's too weak to stop them, or struggling with other issues so she doesn't notice fast enough. And they've only made a little mess, so she cleans up after them as best she can and assumes that's okay.

The less attention the Nanny pays, the more the kids can get away with. And by the end of the week, they might just have avoided enough medication that they can tell her what's happening. If only she still had enough coordination to get out of the house before master gets back. Is her only choice to wait here while her charges escape? Or maybe... would they mind looking after a third baby for a couple of weeks while they all hope to get back to normal?