The Scorched Earth Strategy

​The agents returned to the living room, the heavy, rustling sound of their tactical uniforms filling the tense silence. The team leader, a man whose diaper was so voluminous it **** him to stand with his legs permanently wide apart, shook his head at Nanny.

​"The perimeter is clear, Ma'am. No visual sign of the fugitive."

​Nanny showed no frustration. Her face remained a mask of stone. She looked at the ceiling, at the walls, and finally settled her calculating gaze on Jessica and Mike. Mike, now clean and changed, tried to look composed in his fresh diaper, but fear was sweating out of his pores.

​"She is not here now," Nanny said, her voice calm and terrible. "But she will return. People like Sarah Miller are parasites. They need hosts to survive. And you two are her safe harbor."

​Nanny walked to the center of the room, the sound of her own massive diaper echoing like a reminder of her absolute authority.

​"If I cannot capture her here, I will ensure she has nowhere to return to. I am going to burn the bridges."

​She made a sharp signal with her gloved hand. Before Mike or Jessica could process the threat, four agents surged forward, brutally pinning them against the sofa.

​"Hey! What is this?" Jessica screamed, struggling. "You found nothing! We are approved citizens! You have no legal basis to detain us!"

​"Exactly," Nanny agreed, pulling the silver case containing the glass vials of thick purple liquid from her apron pocket. "At this moment, you are model citizens. Which makes it impossible to arrest you and seal this apartment. I need a legal justification to take you into custody and leave the fugitive without shelter."

​Mike’s eyes widened as he saw the syringe being filled. "What are you going to do?"

​"I am going to create the justification," Nanny replied coldly. "Article 12 of the Maturity Code states that any citizen demonstrating 'Catastrophic Public Incontinence' or 'Inability to Maintain Mantle Integrity' must be immediately removed for sanitary re-education."

​"But we can hold it!" Mike whimpered, his voice high with panic. "I just changed! I have total control!"

​"Not against this," Nanny said, holding up the syringe of Military Tactical Purge. "This is a Level 5 flow inducer. In three minutes, you will not be functional adults. You will be walking biological hazards. Your diapers, no matter how new or expensive, will fail. And when they fail, I will have the visual and olfactory proof needed to handcuff you, throw you in the van, and seal this apartment as a 'Sanitary Disaster Scene'."

​"That is illegal!" Jessica shouted, as an agent squeezed her cheeks to **** her mouth open. "You are manufacturing an infraction! This is **** of power!"

​"This is efficiency," Nanny retorted, emotionless. "With you in the Reformatory mopping floors and wearing chastity belts, Sarah will have no friends. She will have no roof. She will have to come to me."

​Without hesitating, Nanny moved in.

​"Hold them steady," she ordered.

​First was Mike. The agent tilted his head back. Mike gagged and tried to spit, but Nanny was ruthless, injecting the viscous liquid down his throat. He coughed violently, terror stamped on his face as he realized his fresh, dry diaper was about to be violated by his own body.

​Next was Jessica. She screamed, a muffled sound, trying to kick Nanny’s armored shin, but it was useless. The liquid was **** down.

​Nanny put the case away and checked her pocket watch, ignoring their moans and coughing.

​"The clock is ticking," she announced to her agents. "Prepare the cuffs and containment bags. I want both detained for 'Gross Immature Conduct' the moment the first drop leaks. We are leaving this place empty and sterile."

​In the dark of the crawlspace, Sarah heard everything, her heart hammering against her ribs. The guilt was a physical weight. Her friends weren't being arrested for loyalty; they were being used as chess pieces, sacrificed and humiliated just to strip Sarah of a place to sleep. Nanny's plan was perfect and cruel: turn Mike and Jessica's lives into a scatological hell just to isolate the fugitive.