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Here's part eight. Daymare helped with some of the ideas for this one. Hope you like it. 😢😢😋😀😨 Ryoko was smiling broadly at the fully infantilized Galaxy Policewomen. She was decently impressed by how long the two had held out, but as the Robot Nurse Maids carried them towards a familiar sight, Ryoko sighed broadly. The best part of this week was only an hour away at most. Ayeka, on the other hand, had been watching in horror. The Youth Machine looked and operated completely differently from when she and Ryoko had been put through it. This meant that either Washu had more control over the nursery than they had thought, or the nursery machines were becoming intelligent. Both ideas made Ayeka scared out of her whits and thankful she was in a diaper, for once. "Aw." Ryoko cooed, imitating the Nurse Maids' tone. "Did Princess Ayeka have an upsy?" "Yes." Ayeka admitted after a moment. "But only because something is seriously wrong here." "Don’t worry." Ryoko said as she gently shoved Ayeka onto her back. "Everything’s going to be fine." While Ayeka was getting her diaper changed, the Nurse Maids brought Kiyone and Mihoshi to a blue bathtub with plastic mechanical arms all around it. The arms were orange and had boxing gloves for hands. At the far end of the tub was a little yellow table. Once they arrived, the Nurse Maids removed Mihoshi and Kiyone's diapers and gently put them in the bathtub. Just then, a whistle blared, and the arms grabbed the two by the shoulders. More arms came up with scrub brushes, already lathered up with sudsy water, and scrubbed their heads, making Mihoshi cry and Kiyone shout. Once their mouths were opened, their mouths were scrubbed too, making them spit out bubbles. "Hey!" Kiyone shouted. "What you fink we awe?!" "Hewp!!" Mihoshi shouted. "Somebody pwease wet us out of hewe!!" However, instead of releasing them, the arms shoved their heads into the water and lifted up their legs, so that the brushes could clean and scrub their butts. After that was done, they were pulled back out, and the two were coughing from the water as the rough but thorough cleaning continued. The two shared a fit of uncontrolled laughter near the end when their feet were cleaned. Once that was done, the two looked at each other and felt their skin. In addition to being wet, Mihoshi and Kiyone's skin was incredibly soft... Like a baby's. Before they could fully process that, the shower head shot them with water, making them shriek as any remaining soap was rinsed off of them. After that, the drying board extended out as Mihoshi and Kiyone were put on it side by side. The arms held them by their wrists as more arms brought out towels and roughly dried them. The two moaned at that as the bath water hadn't just made their skin soft but also sensitive. Once that was done, the arms holding their wrists shoved them forward, causing them to lie on their stomachs, as more hands grabbed their ankles and shoved them forward, pushing Mihoshi and Kiyone's butts into the air. Baby powder was then rained down on them, despite their futile struggles. Once that was done, new cloth diapers were brought out and used to flip the two onto their backs again, their ankles and wrists having been released by this point. The diapers were then wrapped around Mihoshi and Kiyone's respective pelvises before a safety pin was put on each side of each diaper to hold it in place. The arms then moved them into sitting positions where new bonnets were tied onto their heads, Mihoshi in blue and Kiyone in orange, before matching mittens and booties were put on their hands and feet. Finally, each girl was given a new bib. Mihoshi's bib was blue and had a dalmatian puppy on it while Kiyone's bib was orange and had a bear on it, much to her anger as she felt that the nursery was calling her fat. "I no fat!" Kiyone shouted. "Me want--" Kiyone's pacifier was shoved back into her mouth as her Nurse Maid came up. It then picked her up and set her back into it before tucking Kiyone in. Sucking on her pacifier, Kiyone fell asleep, still hoping that this was all some big nightmare. Mihoshi was also picked up by her Nurse Maid and given her pacifier before being tucked in. "Sweet dreams, deary." Mihoshi's Nurse Maid said softly. "By the time your nap is over, you'll get to see a beautiful nursery." Barely comprehending this, Mihoshi fell asleep. The tinkling lullabies continued, compelling the girls to suck on their pacifiers. The Nurse Maids continued forward, passing several more inventions since the two innocent babies were so frustrated that they clearly needed a larger space to be in. Kiyone dreamed of going back to her normal life, and Mihoshi dreamed of being a baby like Ryoko and Ayeka's daughters and playing with the two while Tenchi, Ryoko, and Ayeka smiled at her. To be continued... -
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I spent most of my life floating somewhere between the R&D engineers and the salesforce and/or support teams for IT manufacturers doing advanced support and/or product training but finished up in engineering management for that same sector. I wore nappies for my last couple of years of work, travelling a LOT before COVID ended the party and we all got laid off. I then wore nappies at work for a couple more years doing basic tech work in the disability sector part time. These days I’m basically retired. I waste money on electronic junk from Ali-Express and poke hairs down the sink. Still in nappies. -
By Little_Girl_Olivia · Posted
When we arrived in Bozinok and Magda lead us to the same department store, I expected her to take us straight into the same H&M store as before, where I'd bought my current clothes from previously but she took us past it. As we walked down the mall of the supermarket I looked at the various shop displays with new eyes and scrutinised the mannequins in a way I never had before. Suddenly all of the body-con dresses looked all too exposing now that I realised I might be expected to wear such a thing and how uncomfortable that would make me feel. We walked past Bershka, Stradivarius and Guess. There didn't appear to be anything that looked particularly 'churchy' in their displays and Magda seemed to have in mind which store would serve our needs best. That was a godsend really because I would have just cluelessly tried store systematically and probably been out shopping for hours, missing to opportunity to go hiking with Milan. Eventually we came to C&A, which I recognised as an american clothing brand. I'd seen the shop in France but I'd admittedly never stopped to shop there. Again we steered clear of the mens section and headed for the womens clothes. I'd thought for a moment that this felt unnatural for me and perhaps natural for Magda but on reflection she probably spent more time shopping for clothes for Peter and Milan than herself, so helping to buy clothes for a girl was probably quite a nice novelty for her. Within the woman's section Magda specifically lead me to the girl's section. Her reasons were twofold, firstly, being a teenager I was in transitioning stage where I could fit both older children's clothes and some smaller woman's clothes. Secondly, the child's section was more likely to have something modest but sweet, whereas the woman's section might have something modest but stark and plain, which would do for debuting Magda's temporary fostered daughter to the church congregation. I felt hesitant as I was goaded into picking a dress for myself from the racks, as it felt surreal to me but I'd already been convinced of Magda's argument for the need and I told myself it would just be for church, I could return to my jeans, T-shirts and jumpers afterwards. Since picking clothes for myself ought to have been a question of my tastes but in this case I had no particular preference or desire, it was really an exercise in first rejecting anything I really didn't like, just a a chiffon dress or a velvety one, and then pulling out dresses from the rest and holding them for Magda to expertly nod or shake her head. She shook her head at one long floral dress which I liked the idea of because it quite flowy, so it would hide my body shape well, but it was partly backless and so rejected on grounds of not being conservative. There was a fairly plain but sweet polka-dot dress which was rejected for the hem line being short. Magda suggested a cream coloured chiffon dress with large pastel flowers on it. I could see which she'd selected, it was quite 'churchy', I could see some pretty preppy girl wearing it paired with a cardigan, but unfortunately the garment made me what to puke. I made I face, implying my rejection of Magda's choice, assuming I had a right to a veto after her two rejections. It began to feel like I'd browsed the whole store and then Magda pulled out another dress. It was chiffon again, but a sapphire blue with simple blue and white flowers printed on it. It looked somewhere between a woman's dress in terms of the print, and a childs dress in the cut off it. The sleeves where transparent chiffon mesh, and the hem was the same but over an underskirt. I couldn't say I liked it, but I didn't hate it like previous dress and I had to pick something or we would never get to leave and go on a hike. So I took it with me to try for fit in the changing room. After getting changed I was astonished at how I looked in an a dress. It really suited me. I looked and felt pretty and I was unsure why that was surprising given I had a girl's body now but I supposed I'd never seen myself in mirror like this before. After I'd changed back into my normal clothes, I returned to Magda and smiled shyly and nodded, I was accepting of her choice of dress and evidently perhaps even a little pleased with the look. I paid at the tills, after Magda helped with finding suitable white nylons and nice shoes for my dignity feet. I got a bag to put it all. Magda could see be wearing it all tomorrow. I checked the position of the sun as we left the department store. Hopefully not too late to go hiking. -
Reminds me of every time a conservative commentator uses “liberal bedwetter” to try and denigrate someone. I never see anyone taken to task for speaking ill about those of us who struggled with bedwetting, always used to try and make someone appear weak.
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