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Silver Might VS. The Ghost nanny!

Inuyasha's New Pup
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Keywords male 787021, female 668148, human 63157, diaper 41004, diapers 11412, humiliation 6797, ghost 5542, diaperboy 700
It was only after 7pm on a Tuesday in the middle of November, but already it was dark out save for the street lamps in Metro city.
It's youngest and newest Superhero was flying low because of the darkness which he claimed was because he didn't wanna risk running into anything, but other members of the league of super pal's joked it was because he was scared of the dark.
At 13 year's old Trip Johnson knew he looked more like a 7 year old at a mere 4'6 and slim build.  his grey eyes were hidden behind the silver domino mask he wore and while his short spiky hair was on display, it was temporarily dyed black to keep people from recognizing his normally orangish red hair.
He was of course in addition to the mask wearing the rest of his costume as The Silver Might.
(Though again, his so called team mates like to call him the Silver Mite behind his back and even to his face)
Wearing a pair of sky blue boots that came up to his calf's, he had a pair of Silver tights tucked into them that didn't leave much to the imagination and had gotten some comments about whether or not he was a boy or a girl when he had first started working.
A Blue belt the same color as his boots was around his waist with SM in silver as the belt buckle, and it was actually the belt itself that allowed the little guy to fly, though he hadn't told anyone that.
covering his upper body was full length silver shirt, with SM now in blue stenciled on his chest. On each hand was a blue glove that came up about two inches above the wrist.
Completing his look was a knee length blue cape that billowed out behind him
(he personally didn't care much for the cape himself, but when his mom had found out he wanted to be a hero and had made the costume , save for the belt, for him, well, he couldn't really complain)
His powers were a mild form of the basic flying brick. He could reach a speed of 300 MPH, Lift up to 300 pounds and could tank small arms fire with ease but heavier fire power would leave a bruise and bombs would mess him up.
The belt had been a gift from anther hero named Gear head (Mostly because Trip had started to cry when he'd gone far teasing him about whether or not he was out of pull-up's)

Tonight the little guy had drawn the short straw so to speak and gotten stuck with the evening patrol and was trying to get it over as fast as he could since he still had math homework to do.
'I have to be the only superhero in the city to have to worry about failing math.' he thought and was ready to call it a night when he noticed a green flash coming for the old Mason place and groaned.
'Just my luck, the place had been abandoned for like 70 years and tonight, when I need to get stuff done, someone's raising heck in there.' he groaned mentally.

The old house was a older Victorian looking place, three stories tall and a basement under it and for the most part was structurally sound though the last people to of tried living there hadn't even spent a full night, claiming the place was haunted.
It was protected by a clause in the city by-laws that meant as long as the place wasn't falling apart and the lawn was maintained it sty standing and so volunteers from the local history buff chapter kept the law in tip top shape and replaced any broken windows caused by youths tossing rocks at the place.
As he recalled the Masons had left the place when their son who had been 1 and a half or two had gone missing in the middle of the night though the boys nanny had stayed behind with their blessings hoping that the boy might someday returned, though she had died 2 years later, having never seen a sign of young Jackson Mason.
Landing on the front lawn Silver Might gave the place a one over, the hair on the back of his neck standing up a little and for a second he thought about using his radio ear piece to call in back up.
then he pictured Danger dame and megaton man finding out he'd been scared to go into a supposedly haunted house after dark and the teasing he'd have to endure for months.
and worse, if it turned out there was nothing in it he'd NEVER live it down!
wishing he'd listened to his mom and brought a flash light with him the pint sized hero made his way up the porch steps and went in the surprisingly unlocked front door.
'Please be nothing please be nothing please be nothing.' he pleaded silently as he walked in.

the house wasn't as cobwebbed as one might expect, not was it as dusty or moldy smelling, something that the pint sized hero chalked up to the history buffs.
he pressed his luck and turned to flick on a light switch but nothing happened and he gave a little sigh.
"Oh of course not." he grumbled.
as his voice filled the dead air in the place a sudden chill went though his spine despite the thermal protection his suit was suppose to give him and he found himself wrapping his cape around him as he shivered.
"Hello? Is there anyone here?" he called out, then cursed himself mentally.
'Yes Trip, some evil villain hiding out or hoodlums having a party in here are totally going to answer your call. Instead you just warned anyone who's hiding in here that you're in here too.'
even as he finished cursing himself a voice DID speak up.
"Jackson? Jackson is that you?" Came the voice of a older lady.
Trip wasn't so good at placing ages on voices yet but it definitionally didn't have a tone like any of the girls from his school, it was more like his math teachers tone and she was in her early 30's.
Even as the voice rang out there was a green flash and as trip turned to face it, a women in her 30's though dressed like something out of Mary Poppins.
She had started out in different shades of green that now took on a most fleshy appearance, milky white skin with her outfit being a mix of grey and black and white.
She still gave off a eerie glow though and it let Trip see that her eyes were glowing a eerie green and her hair was brunette.
"Holy. Crap. The place IS haunted!" Trip said, jaw dropping as he recognized the face from one of the local history classes.
It was the nanny, a miss graven or something like that.
"I say young man! I asked you a question!" the ghost asked and pointed a finger at him.
Instantly a green glow went around Trip and he found himself not only unable to move, but being lifted up in the air and brought closer to the ghost.
"P-Please don't hurt me!" Trip squeaked out as he got closer.
"Young man I only punish naughty boys who do naughty things. Like ignoring the questions of their elders!" she scolded and wagged a finger. "Now again, Are you Jackson?"
"No! No Ma'am I'm not! I'm a superhero named silver Might and i was just checking this place out and I'm very much not a naughty boy so please let me go and I'll never come back here again!" Trip said rapidly.
One of his many many fears, aside from the dark and needles, was a fear of ghosts after his uncle had let him watch a scary movie when he was five.
He'd wet the bed for a week and somehow it had linked in his head that ghost made his bladder fill up and right now his was getting dangerously full to the point if he'd been able to move, he'd be doing a potty dance.
"Hmmm..I do believe you that your not Jackson, But I don't know about your claims not to be a naughty boy, or being a superhero hero. you're much too young to be the type, and I believe it's more likely your a naughty little boy out after dark playing dress up. Does your mommy know where you are?" Miss Graven asked, though she let him down on the floor relaxing her hold a little bit.
Instantly he tried to dash away or turn on his flight belt, but neither did much and she vanished from in front of him and walloped his behind hard, making help yelp.
It also made him do something else as the shocking pain made him lose control of his bladder and he started to helplessly wet himself.
"Oh rude! trying to escape when I'm giving you a chance to explain yours- Ohhh I see, you were trying to run for the bathroom." The ghost scolded, then her voice softened. "you silly little boy, why didn't you tell me you needed to tinkle?"
Trip whimpered in shame and pain as his cheeks still strung somehow from the force of the blow, and his pristine tights were now wet and smelly as he finished making a puddle.
"i...I'm sorry." the mortified boy whimpered.
"It's ok, I should of asked. little boys don't always know. Come on, let's get you all cleaned up and then you can spend the night here. I'm not about to let a little boy go running around in the streets at night." She said.
"I..but..I need to get home." Trip said with a big swallow. "My..My mommy will be getting worried about me!" he added, drawing on what she had said before.
"Hmmm, that's true. but i still can't send you home in your soggy pants." Miss graven said. "I'll get you all nice and clean and then I'll walk you home OK little guy?" she offered, smiling and now leaning in front of him and a little more tinkle came out.
"W-whatever you say." Trip said and gulped.
he was hoping that what little bit of ghost lore he had learned from Magic intern had been correct, that a ghost who haunted a house would be stuck in it, so any attempt to leave with Trip would have her stuck there and leave him free to flee.
he thought about trying his com link and trying to call for help but the memory of her swat on his behind nixed that idea, he could play along at least for a little while.

Miss graven smiled at how easy it was to get this little boy to behave, so much easier then those last brats who had bugged her awhile back, a group of unruly teenagers she'd been forced to spank them silly and warned them to keep their mouths shut about her or ELSE.
she thought his little outfit was pretty silly, as was his story of being a hero but little boys were prone to flights of fancy and she'd have him in something much more fitting in short order.
she made sure the little cutie held her hand as she lead the way to the bathroom, where with a flick of her wrist it went from the rub down non-working room it was to the fully functional and stylish (for it's time) bathroom it had been when she worked here.
"H-Holy cow!" the little guy said, clearly impressed and she smiled.
"Now 'silver might'." she said, semi humoring the boy. "I'm gonna need your proper name before i give you a bath and get you dressed."
the boy blushed at that and squirmed.
"A-A bath? as in..see me naked?" he asked, and amusingly covered himself even though he was still in his silly little costume.
"I assure you, you don't have anything I haven't seen on any other little boy I've bathed." She assured him.
"I..I uh.." he squirmed more and she raised a eyebrow. "My..mommy said other people aren't allowed to see me naked." the boy said finally.
"Hmmm, well thats a good point normally, but I'm a nanny and I'm sure once I meet your mother she'll understand. Now, you can strip yourself or I can do it for you, but either way.." she let the threat hang in the air.

trip mentally cursed, he'd thought for sure that would of worked but no go. Truth be told a bath DID sound good as the material that made up his suit mixed with urine was making him itchy, so after a long pause he started to take his suit off.
"I also asked whats your name little guy? and how old are you." Miss graven said as he tugged his wet tights down, having already removed his boots.
"Oh uh..It's Trip ma'am. Trip Johnson. and I'm 13." he said shyly, his belt and shirt coming off next, then his gloves and mask.
"Hmm are you sure about that?" she asked with a little grin.
he wasn't sure what she meant at first, then realized her eyes were studying his hairless tiny body and got a full body blush going.
"I-I am! I'm just small for my age." he whined, then stopped as it really wasn't helping his case.
"oh i see. and not quite as mature as you should be either, playing dress up and wetting yourself." the ghost added and despite himself trip pouted.
"oh none of that, it's OK. Some boys just take longer to grow up then others." She said and picked him up under his arms and placed him in the old Iron tub, turning on the water.
"I'm going to wash you first, then you may play for a little bit." she said getting a cloth and soap.
as she moved in though she noticed the com link in his ears and reached down, pulling it out and frowning.
"didn't your mommy teach you to keep things out of your ears?" she scolded.
"S-sorry." Trip whined, worried she was gonna spank him for a second.
"Sigh, it's OK. you're just a silly little guy." She said with a condescending smile, then crushed the com link with ease between her index finger and thumb
'So much for calling for help..and gear head is gonna rip me a new one for going though ANTHER com link...' Trip thought glumly.

After getting trip washed nice and clean all over (which had produced some adorable squeaks from the little guy) Miss graven true to her word had put some toy boats and rubber duckies in the soapy bath water then sat on the loo to keep a eye on the immature lad.
she was waiting to see just what he would do and would follow up with a course of action based on either choice.
If he just relaxed in the tub and left the toys alone she'd clean his silly little costume and after getting him dried off and into a pair of training pants in case he had anther accident, she'd let him put on his silly little outfit and walk him home.
If he played with the toys like she believed he would, it would confirm what she figured..he was just a toddler or big baby in a big boys body, and she'd dress him in a manner that matched while disposing of his silly little costume.
It was clearly a bad influence on him anyways and then she'd take him dressed in some thick nappies and a toddler clothes home in a stroller.

Trip looked at the toys and then over at Miss graven, and bit his lip. he really didn't wanna play with them but he also didn't wanna piss the ghost off.
after a few seconds of trying to figure out what to do he decided to play it save and started to move the boats around, making little motor noises and she smiled at him.
'Guess i picked right.' He thought with a sigh of relief.
As he played with the boats he found himself getting into it, and as such he missed the gesture she gave his costume sending it from the bathroom floor to a trash bin outside.
he was actually started when she cleared her throat and smiled down at him.
"I know your having lots and lots of fun little guy, but I think you've been in the tubby long enough." she said and with a gesture the plug was pulled and the water started to drain.
"O-Oh..ok." he said sheepish.
he wasn't even sure how long he'd been out of it, having fun like a little kid though he noted his costume was gone from the floor.
"Um..Miss graven?" he asked, gulping.
"Yes trip?" she asked, floating a towel over to her hands and then starting to dry him.
"where did my costume go?" he asked.
"Oh, it was so pee stained and smelly, I just tossed it out. I'm sure if your a good little boy for your mommy she'll get you anther." Miss graven said.
"B-But that belt was super special and uh..one of a kind!" he whined.
"ohhh some sort of collectors item?" Miss graven asked.
"Y-yeah! it's from a show..called..silver Might and that's who i was dressed as. Mommy made me the costume but-"
she cut him off with a warm smile.
"Say no more." she said and the belt was back in the bathroom, to in her hand.
"i'm glad you're finally telling the truth about your silly little outfit and I'm sure your mommy will make you anther one." she said and putting the belt over he shoulder she finished drying him.
'Ok..having to play along with her stupid game was embarrassing, but still, no way Gear head was gonna make me anther flight belt.' Trip thought. 'At least this is almost over and it can't really get any worse then this.'
right as he thought that Miss graven wrapped him up in the towel and scooped him up into her arms, and it was liked he'd been swaddled like a new born as he squirmed a little.
'I just had to tempt fate didn't I?' He thought

Carrying the little big boy to the nursery, Miss graven let the bathroom return to it's aged look and restored the nursery from it's run down appearance to back to it's prime, with the walls covered in pastel blue paint with pink rabbits stenciled in every few feet.
the floor had a soft white carpet and had a big crib in one corner and a changing table and diaper pail in anther. there was a large closet that had been raided long ago before her magic had been worked and was now filled with diaper shirts and short-all that were all in trip's size, though she doubted the little guy had noticed that yet as he was busy looking at the stack of big bulky disposable nappies that were stored under the the table top of the changing table in little cubby holes with some dedicated to plastic pants as well.
"M-M-Miss graven you're not..gonna diaper me are you?" Trip asked and started to struggle in her arms.
but her ghostly might was more then up for the fast of holding him in place even if he was quite a bit stronger then she'd expected.
"Such a clever little boy!" she coo'ed and taped a finger on his nose.
Trip started to whimper and tears were forming in his eyes as she shook his head.
"No no no no no! I'm not a baby! I'm a big boy! Please!" he whined and trembled in her arms.
"Awwww trip it's OK little guy, I know your trying SO hard to be a big boy, but I don't want anther accident to happen on the way to your house." she said and kissed his forehead.
"now I'm going to lay you down on the changing table and take the towel off, I want you to promise me you're going to be a good boy and stay there. I really don't wanna have to spank you trip, you've been such a good boy for me." She said.

Trip couldn't believe it, she was gonna put him back in diapers and dress him like a big baby. if the rest of his team ever found out..
Still the threat of a spanking forced his hand and as much as he didn't wanna be put back in diapers she'd proven that all of his powers were useless against her.
"I..I really don't wanna go back into diapers Miss graven. what if I promise to super try my hardest NOT to have a accident?" he tried.
"heh, sweetie...it's not that i don't think you're trying your hardest to keep dry pants, I just don't wanna have to come back mid walk to change you again." Miss graven said.
Trip whined and fussed, but slowly nodded.
"I-If you have to..I guess..I promise not to try and run..it won't do me any good anyways." he said after a few minutes.
"That's a VERY big boy thing of you to say." the ghost praised.
as he was laid on the changing table and the towel unwrapped from around him, Trip was tempted for a second to push his luck.
As soon as the thought came into his head he dismissed it, the ghost while stern and set on her ways was playing fair to a degree and wouldn't spank him if he kept his word.
and he WAS a hero and had given his word so that wasn't something to broken easily.
That being said, as she unfolded the thick crinkly diaper his bottom lip did start to tremble despite his best efforts and Miss Graven  sighed and produced a large pacifier and popped in his mouth.
again his will power failed him as despite his best efforts he found himself nursing on the large rubber nipple in his mouth and... it was actually very soothing and he relaxed a little.
"Sorry little one, I should of offered you a soother sooner." Miss graven said, then as a after thought she made a teddy bear from a toy chest against one of the walls come over and offered it to him.
'...in for a penny, in for a pound.' Trip thought and took the teddy bear and snuggled it to his chest and closed his eyes.

Watching the little guy snuggle the teddy and nurse on his soother, Miss graven knew she'd been right to diaper him and almost found herself wishing she could keep him here with her a little while longer.
But she had agreed to take him home to his mother, who must be getting worried sick about here her little wanna be hero was.
with the nappy under Trips cute little behind she sprinkled on lots a baby powder the tapped it up snugly, then followed up with a nursery print pair of plastic pants as she had never really trusted disposables but her employers had insisted as it would cut down on the stinky nappy smell kept around the house.
Of course she'd had to use her supernatural powers to up the size of some things since even with trip being so tiny there was no way he'd of fit into Jackson's diapers and clothes but that was alright.
Double checking the leg bands and the waist band of the plastic pants she picked up Trip and set him on her hip, letting him keep Mr.bear in his arms and the soother in his mouth as she moved over to the closet.
Opening it up fully and showing him the array of outfits and smiled.
"Since you've been SUCH a good little boy for me Trip, I'll let you pick what you wanna wear. You can take your soother out or just point."

Trip was blushing again, but that was nothing new for the most part expect now that he had the big bulky diaper around his hips and was on her waist, a arm under his padded rear this felt kinda..right.
worried if he took the soother out he'd start saying as much he scanned the closet nursing on it then finally pointed to a white shirt and blue jean coveralls combo, even though the front pocket on them had a big teddy bear stitched on it.
"oh good choice!" Miss graven said and snapped a finger, the outfit instantly went from off of the hanger to being on him and he realized that what he'd thought was a t-shirt was some kinda diaper shirt from how sung the diaper got.
with him all dressed, down to have a pair of white socks on and a blue pair of sneakers, with white laces on his feet, she took him over to a mirror.
at some point she'd fashioned his unruly hair (no longer black but back to it's original color into a neatly combed look and when he looked at his reflection he saw just a big baby looking back at him.
"What do you think? ready to go home and show your mommy your new outfit?" Miss graven asked and kissed his cheek.
Smiling a little behind the paci in his mouth Trip nodded.
getting down the stairs with the nursery going back to worn down as they left trip looked at the spot on the floor where he'd had his accident.
It seemed like hours ago now with everything that had happened when really at most a hour had passed and it had been all cleaned up and was gone.
Miss Graven set him on his feet as she summoned up a stroller, which at this point really didn't shock him. What DID shock him however was that with the added bulk around his hips that caused him to have a frankly rather large behind, he lost his balance within seconds and plopped on his butt.
'Guess it's a good thing she's gonna be using the stroller.' he thought as he rubbed the back of his head, looking up at her sheepishly.
"Heh. Guess it's a good thing we're using this huh buddy?" she said, basically echoing his thought.
he nodded and giggled a little as she set his belt in a little carrying area under the stroller along with a diaper bag, he raised his arms up to her as she turned her attention back to him.
"..You really ARE too cute. I might have to ask your mommy to let you come over sometime." She gushed.
The idea of coming back here would of been terrifying or too much to think about before, but now as he was getting used to all of this he nodded his head too, and suddenly was worried.
"Uh, Miss graven?" he asked, pulling his soother out as she got him strapped into the large blue stroller.
"Yes trip?"
"..as a ghost you might not be able to leave the house." he said.
"Heh, really? you think so?" she asked and lightly tapped his nose. "I'm only trapped in the house during the day little man, at night I'm free to roam. I'm guessing you're just bringing this up NOW because before that was your little escape plan huh?"
Trip looked down, but nodded looking and feeling very ashamed of himself.
"Awww it's OK. you just hadn't accepted what you are at that point. it's all good." She said and tickled his chin.
Trip gave a happy giggle and then popped his paci back in as she wheeled them out the door, wondering exactly just how he was going to explain this all to his mom when they got to his place, but then realized that Miss graven would handle it all.
He was after all, just a silly little baby.
with that happy thought he snuggled Mr.bear and drifted off to sleep.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
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male 787,021, female 668,148, human 63,157, diaper 41,004, diapers 11,412, humiliation 6,797, ghost 5,542, diaperboy 700
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