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  1. Parker Longabaugh

    Demoted To The Mechanical Nursery (Updated Nov. 13)

    Big thanks to everyone who's taken the time to leave comments etc. thus far. If you pledge $8 or more on Patreon then don't forget to stop by and vote to help determine what happens next in the story. Ms. Megan Simmons watched the lovey young women struggle in the bath like a bunch of toddlers, her hand working furiously down the front of her Depends pull-up. She was quite enjoying herself and could have easily pushed herself to orgasm right there... but she forced herself to hold back. There were many delights awaiting her captives, and Megan knew she had all afternoon to enjoy herself at their expense. Her fingers danced across the keyboard in front of her, and she broke out into a wide, nasty grin, plotting an afternoon of infantile torment for her three unwilling lab rats. In the nursery, the girls slumped back in the water, exhausted, the mechanical arms reaching the end of their bathing programming when they finished cleaning the girls’ feet. Once finished, they actually retreated into the ceiling and left them alone for a moment. The three nude women, dazed and disoriented, simply reclined in the warm water, gazing at each other lazily and gasping for breath. Becky, still not over the loss of her glorious golden locks, stroked her almost completely bald head and sobbed. Their respite was short-lived. Moments later, the nursery roared to life once more, the drains on the tub opening up and emptying the water very quickly, leaving them naked and shivering and bashfully covering their nudity in seconds. The high, steep sides of the tub came up over their heads, and even if the sides weren’t wet and sudsy following their bath, there was probably no way they’d be able to shimmy their sexy, naked bodies up the side and over the top. And then the hands descended once again, plucking the struggling, naked women up under their arms and lifted them, dripping wet and shivering, out of the tub, which quickly sank into the floor and disappeared from sight. Three fluffy white towels were produced, and the women found themselves kicking and squealing as they were furiously rubbed dry. Three large padded changing tables rose out of the floor, and the automatons carried them over, stretching them out on their bellies on the padded surface. The women groaned, assuming they were in for another machine-perfect diaper change, little realizing that Ms. Simmons had something even more humiliating planned out for them. Their wrists and ankles were pinned in place by strong mechanical hands. Suddenly, Monica let out a squeal when she felt her buns pried apart and her asshole smeared with cool, gooey KY jelly. A pair of corresponding squeals from either side let her know that Ashley and Becky were sharing the same fate. Monica bit her lip and flexed her toes into fists, sensing what was coming next. Ashley heard a familiar mechanical whir behind her. Hesitantly, she glanced over her shoulder, her heart skipping in her chest when she saw three mechanical arms brandishing three thick thermometers, headed straight for their vulnerable bare butts. Becky let out a shocked yowl when the cold glass of the thermometer was pressed up against her slippery asshole, then pushed home, disappearing up her rectum with almost no resistance. The journalist squeaked and jumped, what was left of her hair falling into her face as she squirmed, the thermometer pushed further and further inside her. The three beautiful babes lay stretched out all in a row, nude, bare bottoms pointed up at the ceiling, each one with a thick glass tube protruding from between their smooth, round buttocks. Their wrists and ankles were securely pinned to the surface of the padded table firmly, effectively immobilizing them. Each twitch or involuntarily wiggle sent strange sensations rippling out from their rumps through their entire bodies... they held their bodies rigid, trying to remain as still as possible. The seconds dragged by, and the women sucked in deep breaths, vividly aware of the wide glass tubes protruding from their delicate little assholes. Occasionally, each one would curiously glance to one side, only to turn away, blushing when they caught sight of what the other women (and therefore, themselves) looked like, all helpless and naked with a baby thermometer sticking out of their butts. In the control room, Ms. Simmons squirmed her padded bottom in her chair, savouring the way the fabric felt beneath her wriggling bum. She watched the monitors intently, still stroking her privates through the front of her diaper. She drank in her prisoner’s humiliation and helplessness, gazing lustfully at their sexy bare forms. She told herself that it was her utter power and authority over them that was propelling her arousal... but she knew, deep down, a part of her wished she was down there with them. Sweaty and naked, the girls could nothing but lay stretched out on their tummies, waiting for their ordeal to be over. They forced themselves to lay completely still except for the regular rise and fall of their breathing and occasional curling and uncurling of their fingers and toes. Gripping the edge of the table with white knuckles, Monica blushed a fiery red, her awareness of the sensation of the thermometer sticking out of her butt combine with the knowledge of how ridiculous she looked making her humiliation even more acute. At last, a trio of mechanical arms descended at a leisurely pace, took the tips of the thermometer protruding from the girls’ butt-cracks and tugged them out maddening slowness, drawing squeaks and squeals of embarrassment from the three Adult Babies. At last, the thermometers were fully withdrawn. Ms. Simmons studied the results, lazily masturbating in her cushy pull-up. Upon seeing that her subjects were all normal and healthy, she instructed the machine to get some diapers on them while she planned the next part of their day. What’s next for our three babes? Lunch A bottle feeding Rocked to sleep in a bassinet Click here to vote now!
  2. Parker Longabaugh

    Demoted To The Mechanical Nursery (Updated Nov. 13)

    Hey everyone, Sorry it took so long to get this one ready-- as I mentioned before, I'm coming of a long and difficult couple of weeks at work. But I've got a little time off now and things should be back to normal at work, so hopefully I can get all caught up on everything now. Thanks to everyone who's left comments so far... please keep them coming if you want to see more stories like this in the future! If you're a member of the Audience Participation Tier on Patreon then don't forget to click here to take the poll and help decide what happens next in the story. In the playpen, Monica and Ashley watched Becky staring into the mirror and weeping at the sight of her new haircut, sobbing disbelievingly at the sight of her bald and gleaming scalp. The pair peered at the scene from between the bars, cowering in fear, preying that they wouldn’t be the next ones to lose their precious, glossy locks. In particular, Monica felt the cold shiver of terror inside her. Her former rival still hadn’t forgiven her for standing in the way of her pet project, and Ms. Simmons never seemed to miss an opportunity to heap humiliation on poor Monica. Cold fear gripped her belly, making her bowels rumble. Unbeknownst to Monica and Ashley, part of the subliminal training they were receiving enhanced and exacerbated the physical effects of emotions such as fear or stress, specifically to their bladder and bowels. As a result, a high stress situation or sudden shock or period of prolonged anxiety increased the odds of the girls losing control of their bowels or bladder. Monica had already doused her diaper while she was watching the haircut, her pampers growing wet and heavy between her thighs before she’d even noticed. Now, watching Becky bawl her eyes out as she inspected her new infantile haircut, Monica was dimly aware of an uncomfortable feeling building in her guts in time with her apprehension. Her bowels suddenly roared to life inside of her, and before she even realized what was happening, she was taking an utterly involuntary dump in the seat of her diaper. Monica’s jaw dropped, her soother falling from her mouth when an enormous fart emerged from her backside without warning, a huge, gooey mess spattering noisily into the back of her pampers. With a grunt, Monica was able to squeeze her backside shut and temporarily regain control. But her tummy was still cramping, her bowels percolating wildly inside her... it wasn’t long before her conditioning took over once more, and Monica cried out in humiliation and frustration as she lost control again. A sloppy, flatulent noise accompanied another muddy gush from her quivering backside, leaving her diaper heavy and brown behind her, her buttocks all smeared and messy. Monica reddened... there was absolutely no way the others in the room hadn’t noticed, and soon every eye was on her... all except for Becky, who continued gazing in the mirror and sobbing over her new look. A glance at Ashley revealed the she was staring at Monica and pinching her nose shut (a bit hypocritical, Monica thought, considering she had a load in her diaper that was stinking up the place as well.) “Well well well,” Ms. Simmons chuckled, making her way over to the playpen. Monica and Ashley shrank away, huddling together and cowering against the bars at the back, their poopy diapers squishing beneath them as they did. Simmons crinkled her cute, turned up nose distastefully, relishing the way her two diapered captives squirmed and cowered, fearful and embarrassed under her gaze. “Are you two stinking up the nursery again?” she asked condescendingly. The pair could do little more than blush and squirm in their loaded pampers. With the stench of their messy diapers wafting through the air, there was little they could say in their defence. Ms. Simmons laughed at their discomfort. “Personally, I think you could all use a nice, long bath... computer?” She’d barely finished speaking the words when the nursery snapped into motion, the sobbing Becky plucked from her seat seconds before the beauty station cleared itself away, sinking into the floor as though it was never there. Meanwhile, on the other side of the room, another panel retracted and a large tub full of steaming water and frothy pink bubbles emerged. Becky’s crying was disrupted by a sharp yelp as she was hoisted into the air by the mechanical hands. Her diaper was stripped from her body in one smooth, efficient motion. Becky kicked and screamed, totally naked, her nearly bald head gleaming in the light, her bare ass jiggling behind her. She was unceremoniously dumped into the water and resurfaced coughing and rubbing water from her eyes. The tub was deeper than it looked, the water coming up to her shoulders when she sat. Further, the sides of the tub were high-- she estimated that she’d need to stand on tippy-toe to peer out over the top. Moments later, Monica and Ashley felt themselves hoisted into the air by their under arms, their loaded and stained diapers sagging heavily behind them. Their clothes were quickly removed, followed swiftly by their diapers, which were pulled off carefully, wrapped up into a ball and discarded into the large diaper pail in the corner. They blushed and squealed when their dirty, poop-smeared buns were revealed to the entire room. The automatons made quick work of the mess with wet wipes, then deposited the pair of them into the bath next to Becky. The three naked maidens shared a mutually embarrassed look with each other, shamed by their collective nudity... but it wasn’t long before they had bigger things to worry about. The mechanical hands swarmed them, some gripping their arms and legs and manoeuvring them so that others could scrub their bodies more easily and efficiently. The girls squeaked and squealed as they were firmly scoured with soft, soapy washcloths. Ms. Simmons made her way to the control room so she would be able to enjoy the view in a little privacy. Stripping down to her Depends Pull-Up, she took up a position behind the console and watched the monitors eagerly, studying the Adult Babes in their steaming hot bath. She smiled, pleased with herself, slipping her hand down the front of her Depends so she could play with her pussy, groaning with pleasure as the three Babes squealed and blushed their way through their bath. They were twisted, pulled, and bent into every possible position, the wet soapy washcloths worked in and out of every nook and cranny. The adult Baby women found their faces, armpits, and breasts scrubbed clean with cold, clinical detachment. Squawking indignantly, their legs were spread and their private parts were rigorously bathed... and with their limbs held in place, all three of them were powerless to do anything to prevent it. Finally the automatons pressed the soapy cloths up between their butt-cheeks, each one squealing and wincing as their crinkled little assholes were thoroughly scrubbed clean by firm, steady mechanical fingers. Ms. Simmons watched from the control booth, the cameras capturing the action from every angle, blatantly masturbating with her hand down the front of her Depends. She smiled to herself wondering what indignity she could heap upon them next. What’s next for our three Adult Babies? Lunch Rectal Temp Taking Click here to take the poll now.
  3. Parker Longabaugh

    Demoted To The Mechanical Nursery (Updated Nov. 13)

    Thanks-- definitely not my cup of tea. As you say, nothing in my stories is technically permanent. To be fair, I can go a bit far on the mental regression side of things, so I'm definitely not in a position to criticize anyone else's likes.
  4. Parker Longabaugh

    Demoted To The Mechanical Nursery (Updated Nov. 13)

    I've had people ask for really extreme surgical modification stuff (removal of teeth, breast reductions etc.) but I'm not into that at all. Hair cutting and possibly a little weight gain are about as far as I'll go (and even then only in small doses.)
  5. Parker Longabaugh

    Demoted To The Mechanical Nursery (Updated Nov. 13)

    Thanks so much to everyone who's already left comments and sent messages... I really appreciate it. If you pledge $8 or more on Patreon then don't forget to stop by and vote in our poll and help decide which direction the story goes in next. After breakfast, Ashley and Monica spent the morning lounging in the playpen, reclining on soft blankets among their plush animals. They played with their toys-- Monica watched Ashley suck on her pacifier and dance her stuffed animals across the floor, a simple grin on her face. Monica shuddered-- she’d watched Ashley grow more infatuated with her toys every day, the subliminal messages continuing to erode her intelligence and adult personality. Worse, Monica, who had initially been board to tears by the situation, found herself getting more involved in the toys and games as time went by. Her brain was getting fuzzy, and her mind tended to wander... worse, a couple of times she’d caught herself pissing her diaper before she’d even noticed what was happening. Ashley didn’t even try to contain herself anymore... ten or so minutes after every meal, she’d unselfconsciously grunt a major load out into the seat of her diaper and go about her day as if nothing had happened. In fact, Monica could smell her right now, crinkling her nose at the poopy stink that wafted from her playmate’s direction. They were a little surprised when the door slid open-- the pair rarely actually saw other people, with most of the communication being done over the loudspeakers. The Adult Babies instinctively recoiled when the mechanical hands emerged from the walls and ceiling, but this time they weren’t coming towards them... instead, they made a bee line for the door, actually crossing the threshold to seize their prey and pull her inside. “What the hell is going on?!” Becky screamed, kicking and tugging at her bonds as she simultaneously drank in her surroundings. Moments before she’d been in an ordinary, modern day office building, just like any other... now she was in some sort of daycare... except, of course, for the fact that everything was sized for an adult-- someone about my size, she thought with a gulp. Another set of hands descended upon her with a menacing whir, gripping her blouse in their steely fingers and tearing it off in one sharp motion. “Aahhh!” she cried, her fierce struggles unable to prevent or even slow the removal of her clothes, leaving her naked and blushing. In the playpen, Ashley and Monica held their breath when they saw Megan Simmons cross the threshold, actually entering the mechanical nursery fir the first time. Both Ashley and Monica scooted closer, gripping the bars in anticipation. A former executive, Monica was privy to the details on the mechanical nursery... since it’s ‘glitch’ developed, the nursery would read any woman who entered it’s perimeter as a ‘client’ and immediately pounce on her... had their tormentor forgotten herself and fallen into her own trap? Monica and Ashley watched with glee as the mechanical hands snapped into action, hurtling towards the smug Ms. Simmons... ... Only to be halted about a foot away from her, almost as though they were blocked by an invisible wall. In the playpen the girls watched with disappointment as the hands slowly retreated from her like chastened dogs. Ms. Simmons grinned. The new app she’d created for her phone was working even better than it did during the tests, using the phone to send out a signal that created a ‘dead zone’ around her, a perimeter no automaton could break without frying it’s circuits. As long as the app was running, Simmons could enter and interact with the nursery without becoming one of it’s occupants. “I really do appreciate you signing up for our little beta test, Becky,” Simmons said smugly, glancing over the struggling reporter’s naked body with a satisfied smile. “Let me go, you friggin’ psycho!” Becky screamed at the top of her lungs, futilely... the nursery possessed world class soundproofing to prevent the cries of Adult Baby girls from disrupting work in the rest of the office. “Don’t be silly, Becky,” Simmons said, watching gleefully as the machine set the struggling woman spread eagle on the changing table, her delectable, naked body laid out before her, utterly at her mercy. “We’re just getting started. Legs up!’ she commanded, the hands instantly complying, lifting Becky’s legs high into the air and exposing her shaved little pussy and the tight crinkle of her asshole. “Hey!” Becky demanded in her bossiest voice. “I’m gonna sue if you don’t put me down right-- nnuuph!” A thick rubber pacifier was pushed into Becky’s mouth and strapped around the back of her head, stifling her protests. “Hold still,” Simmons said, sliding a thick, crinkly disposable diaper under Becky’s wiggling tushy. Simmons took the time to carefully apply lotion and powder the her plump, womanly backside, then signalled to the automatons to lower her back down to the table. Becky gazed up at her tormentor, her eyes blazing with fury. Ms. Simmons grinned and patted her smooth bare crotch. “Very nice Becky,” she teased, slathering lotion onto the girl reporter’s loins. “The baby smooth looks certainly suits you!” Ms Simmons chuckled evilly, dusting Becky’s crotch with powder and patting it in firmly. “But I think it’s important that the carpet matches the drapes... know what I mean?” What’s this psychotic bitch babbling about? Becky thought to herself, furious as the diaper was pulled up tightly between her thighs and sealed shut around her waist. “Bring out the grooming station, please,” Ms. Simmons said to no one in particular. With a series of whirs and clanks, a panel in the floor opened. A full hair-cutting and beauty station, complete with salon quality equipment and products, rose up out of the floor. Before Becky knew what was happening, she was hoisted into the air again, blushing, her diaper crinkling loudly beneath her, her bare tits jiggling. Before she knew what was happening, she’d been deposited on her puffy diaper butt into the seat of the barber’s chair. A set of strong metal bands snapped into place around her wrists, ankles and waist, trapping her in place. She struggled furiously... only to freeze when she heard the sound of electric clippers activating behind her with a menacing hum. Slowly, she glanced over her shoulder, eyes bulging when she saw Simmons approaching, the clippers buzzing in her hand. “I always did like to give my dollies hair cuts,” she said with an evil grin. Becky screamed from behind her pacifier gag, whipping her head back in forth both in protest and in an attempt to thwart whatever Simmons had planned for her glorious golden hair. “Hold the subject still please,” Megan said with a weary sigh. The hands snapped into place instantly, gripping the girl reporter tightly, but firmly... Becky could do no more than emit muffled protests and sweat in anticipation. She didn’t have to wait long-- for a moment, the buzz was drown out by an awful grinding sound. Becky felt a strange tugging at her scalp... moments later, a long, thick strip of lustrous blonde hair drifted past her face and floated to the floor. Becky watched it go, emitting a pitiful scream behind the rubber nipple that had been stuffed into her mouth. Frantic, she struggled against her bonds with every ounce of her strength... but the machines and the metallic cuffs were more than able to hold her in place. Tears streamed down her face as Ms. Simmons took another pass, followed quickly by a second and a third. Becky began sobbing as she felt locks of hair falling softly onto her shoulders and trailing down past her face, falling to the floor in golden piles. In the playpen, Ashley and Monica gripped the bars and watched the scene with sympathy and alarm-- Becky’s cries quickly grew more hysterical as she was relieved of more and more of her flowing blond tassels. They stared at the scene with wide eyes, praying they wouldn’t be next in the barber’s chair. In minutes, Ms. Simmons had Becky’s hair sheered down to a bristly stubble, then went to work cleaning it up. Becky moaned and wailed as the clippers were dragged quickly and cleanly across her scalp, leaving her head as bald and shiny as a newborn babe. Only a single lock of hair at the front of her head remained, dangling down above her eyes. With the job done, the automatons released her and retracted to their place behind the wall. “Well Becky,” Simmons said, taking up a nearby hand mirror, “what do you think of your new look?” She held up the mirror with a spiteful little smile. Behind her pacifier, Becky let out a horrified scream when her shiny bald head came into view. She focused on the ridiculous curl of hair dangling in front of her forehead and let out a piercing scream. What’s next for our three babes? Lunch A group bath Playtime Click here to vote now
  6. Parker Longabaugh

    Demoted To The Mechanical Nursery (Updated Nov. 13)

    Thanks to everyone who's commented and voted thus far. Patreon was down for maintenance for a few hours yesterday, but they're back up now-- if you couldn't vote before, click here now.
  7. Parker Longabaugh

    Demoted To The Mechanical Nursery (Updated Nov. 13)

    This is just going to be a quick poll to see what everyone wants. I'm not sure if these are the best examples, but they should at least give you an idea. If anyone wants to submit pics of your own that you think better represent the look in question, by all means post it in the comments. Click here to take the poll (this one is open to the public.) 1. Pixie cut: 2. Bowl cut: 3. Baby curl: (see full pics on SpankingToons.) 4. Shaved bald Click here to vote now
  8. Parker Longabaugh

    Demoted To The Mechanical Nursery (Updated Nov. 13)

    Thanks to everyone who's left comments and sent messages, and big thanks to my Patreons. Remember that if you pledge $8 or more you can take our poll and help decide where the story goes next. You can also visit Babes In Diapers for more stories and other great stuff. As a reporter, Becky had picked up many tricks during her various assignments... jimmying open Ms. Simmons office door during her lunch break was the easy part... the hard part was bribing the security guard to ‘accidentally’ shut down the security camera and alarm in the area for a few minutes-- in the end it cost her over a hundred bucks... but she had a feeling it was all going to be worth it. The lock opened with a snap. With a sly little smile, Becky crept inside and pulled the door shut softly behind her. Inside the office was obsessively neat and tidy, almost entirely devoid of personal effects. Simmons ran a tight ship... but what was that weird smell in the air? It was faint, but definitely there-- something that, in some way, reminded her of childhood... Worry about it later, she thought creeping across the office. There was no telling when Simmons was going to be back from lunch... she was going to have to be quick. A little snooping and bribery in the IT department had scored her a password, and Becky crossed her fingers as she entered it into the computer. It worked, and Becky broke into a grin as Ms. Simmons secrets were laid bare for her... But the grin rapid evaporated when she began scanning the content of hard drive. What is all this? she wondered to herself, scanning through reports with titles like adult incontinence products ranked by absorbency, lotion vs. Baby oil in preventing diaper rash in adult subjects, and creating the perfect laxative: a natural approach. What the holy hell is this psycho up to? Becky wondered. She continued scanning through the hard drive, eventually spotting two files labelled Ashley and Monica. Bingo, she thought and she was about to start going through things when she was distracted once again by the smell... sharp, acidic, and definitely something she associated with the nursery. And it was definitely coming from nearby. Becky followed her nose, realizing whatever it was was coming from the trashcan. Glancing inside brought a sharp gasp from her. “No way”, she whispered to herself, staring down at the white object in the bottom of the can. That can’t be what I think it is, she thought to herself, even as she realized that it was, in fact, an adult diaper... apparently used, judging by the smell. Her curiosity got the better of her. Reaching into the can, she gently, gingerly, using the very tips of her thumb and index finger, pulled it from the can and dangled in the air in front of her face. No doubt about it... a ‘protective adult undergarment,’ as they called it in the ads. Was this the big secret? Was Mr. Milkin’s wunderkind really just an overgrown toddler? Maybe that’s what the project is, Becky thought to herself with a chuckle. Adult diapers with top secret leak protection! “What are you doing in here? The voice from the doorway was stern, coming so suddenly that Becky could only gasp and turn sharply, caught red handed. Ms. Simmons was watching her from the doorway... but when she saw what Becky held in her hand, the reporter swore she saw a brief but intense wave of embarrassment cross the executive’s face. She stalked across the floor quickly, and before Becky knew what was happening, Simmons was tearing the diaper out of her hand and slamming it back in the trash, regarding her with a look of cool contempt. Becky cursed her luck when Simmons glanced at the screen, then turned her attention back to Becky, who could do little more than squirm. “You know, none of this was necessary... Ms. Bailey,” she said pointedly. Becky cursed her luck... her cover was totally blown-- but how much did they know... and how long had they known? “I didn’t?” “All you had to do was come and talk to me... I would have gladly answered your questions,” Ms. Simmons said, suddenly breezy and cordial. “You would?” “Of course-- it’s not like we’re up to anything... shady, after all.” She smiled warmly, and for a moment, Becky almost believed her... almost. “And what about the missing employees?” Becky asked, figuring it was time to put all the cards on the table. “Any comment on that, Ms. Simmons?” she demanded, largely bluffing... right now, all she had was that Simmons apparently suffered from incontinence-- amusing, perhaps, but hardly the front page scoop she’d been hoping for. “I can see you’ve been grossly misinformed, Becky,” Ms. Simmons said with a sigh. She opened her desk drawer and removed a stack of papers. “There’s a perfectly logical explanation for everything, and I can assure you that both Ashley and Monica are still engaged in very important work for the company... however, in order to tell you more, I’m afraid you’ll have to sign this agreement-- there will of course be certain aspects you won’t be allowed to discuss... but I’m sure I can get you enough access to write the first major article about our new project.” Becky signed without hesitation... if she didn’t have a shocking exposé on her hands, at least she might be able to get the scoop on the project. Ms Simmons took the papers and slipped them into her briefcase, a tight little smile playing on her lips. “Follow me, please,” she said, ushering the journalist out of her office towards the elevator. “As I’m sure you guessed by now, Monica isn’t away on leave,” Simmons explained after hitting the button for the basement. “Both she and Ashley are currently engaged in important work for the project.” “And what exactly is the nature of this project?” Becky said, trying to dig in and pry loose as much info as possible. But Ms. Simmons just smiled mysteriously. “I think it’s best if you see it for yourself.” Soon they were standing outside the first locked door. “Before we begin,” Simmons said, taking her phone from her pocket, “I’m afraid I’ll have to ask you to turn off your phone... it might interfere with our equipment.” Reluctantly, Becky did as she was told, waiting patiently for Ms. Simmons to open the door and usher her through. They proceeded down the long sterile hallway. For the first time, Becky felt nervous... The only one who knew she was on this assignment was her boss, and not even he knew all the details. If anything happened to her, it could be weeks before they found her... Becky chided herself for being silly, but couldn’t suppress a shudder. “Sorry about all the mystery... but I’m not exaggerating when I say that this advancement is going to change the business world forever,” Ms. Simmons assured her, reaching out to unlock the final door with her key card. Talk about laying it on thick, Becky thought, fighting the urge to roll her eyes. The door slid open. Simmons smiled and gestured: “After you.” Becky took a step over the threshold, gasping at what she saw... but it was too late. Within seconds, the automatons were on her and Becky found herself hoisted into the air, steely mechanical fingers at her wrists and ankles. “EEK! WHAT THE--?!” “Thanks for volunteering, Becky,” Ms. Simmons said smugly, following her inside. “The project couldn’t proceed without your help.” Uh oh! Looks like Becky’s in trouble! What’s next for our fearless young reporter? A haircut A bath Click here to take the poll! If you want to see Becky get a haircut, let me know what style of cut you'd like to see her get (shaved, pixie cut, bowl cut etc.) Babes In Diapers
  9. Parker Longabaugh

    Demoted To The Mechanical Nursery (Updated Nov. 13)

    Hi guys, This is kind of a slow installment, I'm just getting stuff set up for future episodes, but I hope you enjoy it nonetheless. If you pledge $8 or more, don't forget to head over to Patreon to vote in the poll and help determine what happens next. Three months later, Megan Simmons sat behind the console in the command center of the mechanical nursery. Her skirt was folded neatly on the nearby desk, and below her waist she wore nothing but a thick Depends pull-up, and she squirmed her padded rump in her seat, savouring the sensation of the material crinkling beneath her cheeks. On the screen, Ashley and Monica were on their backs on the changing table, squirming their way through a diaper change. Their used pampers were opened, revealing large wet yellow patches within (and in Ashley’s case, a big brown pile of poop.) The mechanical hands buzzed about them, their movements precise and coordinated, lifting their legs into the air so they could be cleaned and powdered, their diapers removed, rolled up, discarded, and replaced with fresh ones. In the booth, Ms. Simmons smiled and watched the show, slipping her hand inside the waistband of her Depends so she could play with her pussy. The two were all but helpless now, their will power and intellects slowly eroded by weeks of being bombarded by subliminal messages. Ashley had been effectively reduced to the level of a two year old, with Monica rapidly catching up. Seeing them laying there, two wriggling, half-naked beauties, who had, mere weeks ago, been modern women, haughty and secure in their station, never suspecting that their destiny lay in diapers... it sent a profound erotic shock throughout Ms. Simmons entire body. She played with herself, watching Ashley and Monica getting their butts wiped and powdered before the diapers were taped up tightly around their waists. Ms. Simmons had reason to be celebrating-- the project had been a complete success, she’d had her request for another test subject approved, and, if she continued producing positive results, there was word that the nursery could be headed into mass production by the end of the years. She shivered, envisioning a world where every woman lived in constant threat of a humiliating, mechanically enforced diaper punishment routine-- not just at work, but at home and school as well. She sighed, rubbing her neatly trimmed pussy... things were looking very bright indeed. “Something weird is going on here!” That’s what ace reporter Becky Bailey had told her boss at the Chronicle a couple of weeks ago. Two female employees of a highly profitable local corporation, one of them a high ranking executive, had seemingly vanished into thin air. Nobody seemed to have any info on the case, and the only thing Becky could track down where whispers of a cover-up-- something involving a super-secret project... one that was set to make the company a lot of money and, in the words of one source, would change the business world forever. It took some doing, but Becky finally had convinced her boss to allow her to go under-cover within the corporation and see what she could dig up. Now here she was, hiding out under the name of ‘Felicity Clark’-- just a lowly data entry clerk rotting in a cubicle for eight hours a day. But she kept her ears open and did a little digging. She couldn’t come up with much-- Ashley, the first to vanish, had seemingly been transferred to another division, but nobody could tell Becky where or how to contact her. The corporation had cooked up a story about Monica, claiming that she had gone on an extended leave... but when Becky asked where she had gone and how long she would be there, all she got were shrugs. It wasn’t all dead-ends, though. There was one potentially juicy lead she’d turned up-- the enigmatic Ms. Megan Simmons, a young up and comer and a key part of the mysterious ‘project’ she’d heard so much about... yet for all the talk about her ‘visionary’ ideas that were supposed to revolutionize the world, nobody seemed to be able to tell Becky what it was exactly it was that Ms. Simmons actually did. Slim leads... but she’d made due with less. Brushing a lock of blond hair out of her face, Becky rested on the bench for a few minutes before her lunch break was over, basking in the sun and exploring her options. What should Becky do next? Get close to Ms. Simmons and pump her for information Break into Ms. Simmons’ office and go through her files Click here to vote now!
  10. Like Lunch Date and The Contest, this is another short one that seems to have gone missing from this board... so here it is again for fans of quick and sexy stories. If you enjoy this story please consider donating to may Patreon-- $5 a month gets you access to three story updates per month and access to our ever growing archive... click here to see what we've got. You can also visit Babes In Diapers for more ABDL stuff totally free. Jennifer Connelly in Career Opportunities (1991) “Me next!” Jenny pushed to the front of the small queue, elbowing past kids who were only about half her size. The curvy 18-year-old shoved her way to the front of the line, just in time for the small plastic horse to stop its gentle bucking. The little boy who had been perched on its back disembarked with the help of his mother, and Jenny smirked to herself, strutting lazily toward it. The plastic stallion stood quietly as Jenny inspected it—this ought to get his attention, she thought, swinging one long, lovely leg over the horse’s back and settling into the saddle, her plump, womanly buttocks just barely fitting into it. At the back of the line, someone’s mother piped up. “Young lady, you should be ashamed of yourself!” she scolded, shocked by Jenny’s behavior. “Cram it, ma’am,” Jenny said defiantly, slipping a quarter into the slot. The horse stirred to life, beginning his endless stationary gallop once more, gently rocking up and down, forward and back in imitation of a majestic steed dashing across the plains. Jenny smirked—her firm, ripe breasts swayed alluringly in time with the horses’ movements. The tight tank-top clung to her for dear life, seeming to almost mold itself to her, accentuating her body like it wasn’t even there. Likewise, her tight black pants seemed to have been painted on—every detail of her buttocks was visible through the fabric, and more than one man took a moment to hungrily study those beautiful, plump cheeks and the long, deep divide between them. Smugly smirking, supremely confident in her own sexy bodaciousness, Jenny shot a paralyzing grin across the floor to where the object of her desires stood behind a till and stared lustily at her. She got into her rhythm, rocking her hips lewdly in time with her plastic steed. “Mmmm… I feel like I’ve been ridden hard and put away wet,” she said, breaking into a naughty smile when he went pale. Those pants of his are starting to look a little tight in the crotch, she thought with a giggle. The parents waiting in line watched aghast, but what could they do except cover their little one’s eyes? A cool breeze from nowhere whistled through the store, whipping through the women’s hair and knocking off people’s baseball caps. Atop her mechanical fiberglass perch, Jenny shivered, her bare arms breaking out in goose-pimples. She tried to ignore it, but it was like an icy finger was trailing down the back of her neck, running the entire length of her spine right to the top of her butt-crack like a single, fat drop of water. Jenny felt a strange tightness in her stomach— but she pulled herself together, deciding to brass it out. So she continued her ride, noting with some satisfaction that her nipples were now poking out prominently against the fabric of her tank-top. Then she felt the strange crawling, like something slithering around her ankle; Jenny looked down, her eyes widening when she saw the cuff of her jeans creeping up her leg, over the calf, then the knee, and closing in on her creamy thighs. A quick glance to the left confirmed that it was happening on the other side as well. The horse was still rocking, her succulent body swaying in time, and Jenny could only watch helplessly as her tight, sexy jeans, which had cost her almost $100 just two weeks ago, shrunk first into shorts, then a pair of hot pants, and the rate of shrinkage didn’t seem to be slowing. It got stranger-- Jenny absently realized the panties she was wearing were extremely uncomfortable. Then she remembered she’d opted to go commando that morning (not wanting any panty lines under her body-hugging jeans.) Then what the hell am I feeling under here? she wondered to herself, shifting her rump experimentally in the plastic saddle. Whatever it was, it was hot—hot, and thick, and judging by the way it slipped and slid against the fabric of her pants, it seemed to have soft plastic on the seat… “No…” she said quietly, reaching down and touching her butt to check as discreetly as possible. She felt faint—a wave of dizziness and disorientation rose over her, and for a moment she felt faint. Jenny almost convinced herself it was all some sort of weird dream, like the ones where you turn up at school in your underwear… but no, it was all too real, the cool air, the gentle rocking of the mechanical horsey beneath her now padded and crinkling bottom…. No doubt about it—she was wearing a diaper… a gigantic, bulging diaper, poorly concealed by what was left of her jeans. This was no nightmare, she knew, feeling her brand new, $85 sandals turned into a pair of silky pink booties on her wriggling toes; it was sickeningly, horrifyingly real. Her jeans had crept all the way up her legs, right to the place where her thighs met her buttocks. Even the fabric was undergoing a metamorphosis, rough, black denim becoming soft, pink cotton with red hearts. The leg bands sprouted lacy frills, and the opening, ringed with elastic, sunk into her skin around the tops of her legs. She reddened, hearing the crowd giggle at her expense as a row of frills sprouted across the seat of her baby-pants, which now bulged at the rear and crotch from the still expanding diaper inside. People were starting to chuckle at her now, and Jenny, faint from her very public humiliation, could only clutch the plastic reigns with white knuckles, the diaper expanding beneath her like dough rising in the oven, and for a moment, she felt herself rising with it in the saddle. She felt a tickle near her belly-button; with a glance down, she realized her tank-top was unraveling from the bottom up, spools of white thread dropping uselessly to the floor until she was nearly naked. “Oh no!” she cried helplessly when she felt the fabric melting away from her back, leaving it bare and vulnerable. What was left of the shirt re-arranged itself around her neck and over her chest, until all that was left was a white bib that covered her nipples, just, as long as she held still—which of course was impossible when she was perched atop the galloping plastic stallion, her large, full breasts now mostly bare and jiggling delectably in time with the thundering of its artificial hooves. It had all happened so quickly she had hardly had any time to feel anything about her situation other than disbelief; but now, staring down at her bulging, ruffled butt so thickly swaddled in pampers, Jenny let out a squeal of fear and shame. She’d only wanted to have a little fun—she didn’t deserve this! She turned to the crowd, fearful, embarrassed tears running down cheeks that glowed like freshly polished apples. “Help me!” she pleaded, growing angry when her earnest plea was met with derisive laughter from a crowd that was clearly enjoying her comeuppance. Fuming impotently, she tried to curse them, but could only mumble around a large rubber nipple that had just appeared in her mouth. “Uuummaa hhuuucckk?!” she mumbled, crossing her eyes to see the pacifier that had appeared out of thin air in her mouth. Her hair started moving on its own, as though it was being manipulated by unseen hands. Before Jenny knew it, her long black mane was banded up in pigtails. By now Jenny had become an object of much interest, the laughter and catcalls of the original witnesses attracting shoppers from other parts of the store. Before she knew it, Jenny was surrounded by gawkers. Ordinarily quite the little show off, and frankly a bit of an exhibitionist, Jenny was forced into the unique position being the center of attention and absolutely hating it. Sobbing at the humiliation of being seen with her hair up in pig-tails, sucking on a pacifier, with her delicate tushy swaddled up in pampers, Jenny decided she would give anything to be able to climb off her mount and run home to cry about it—but when she tried, she found she was unable to let go of the reigns… she was stuck, she realized with a cold stab of fear. Blushing, she looked over at Kevin, sobbing when she saw his disbelieving look. He was probably never going to talk to her again. She sniffled and gurgled around her pacifier, bouncing lazily along with the horse, looking ridiculous in her bulky diapers and pig tails. She felt a tickle down below her waist, felt the crotch of her diaper growing warm, the material beginning to expand and sag like she was… “Oh no!” she cried around her pacifier, the horror that she was pissing herself without control or warning slowly dawning. She continued her seemingly endless ride with a soggy diaper squishing under her gently bouncing butt. She crinkled her face in discomfort….. Could this get any worse? On cue, her bowels gurgled to life inside her. Oh my God, she prayed silently, not now, not here! But the stress of the last couple of minutes had really gotten her guts working, and Jenny was soon clenching her rump as best she could. But her position, straddling the horse as it thrust and throbbed beneath her diapered bottom, made it difficult. Her delicate buns were rubbing up against the seat of her hot, wet diaper, irritating the delicate skin, which wasn’t making it any easier to hold in her impending accident, nor was the gentle but incessant jostling of the horsey doing anything to sooth her raging bowels. Still Jenny clenched and squeezed and squirmed and shivered, determined not to humiliate herself any further. As it turned out, she had no choice in the matter. Jenny felt her body brace its booty-clad feet against the pegs the plastic nag had in place of stirrups—before she knew it she was standing as best she could, gripping the reigns as she lifted her butt out of the plastic saddle. Standing astride her steed with the ease of a trick-rider, pampered derriere stuck out toward the audience behind her, Jenny gave a scream from behind her pacifier as her body began pushing the load out into her diapers, totally against her will. Blushing tearfully, she heard herself grunt loudly, followed by a thick, gassy squelching. The first installment came out of her like a flatulent gunshot, hitting the back of her diaper like a fastball hitting a catcher’s mitt. Jenny tried to clamp her anus shut, but the muscles weren’t obeying her commands, and she let out a shocked and horrified groan as she felt huge, gooey mess ooze out of her and settle into the seat of her diaper, accompanied by a ghastly array of farts and squelches. Jenny squealed and cried, trying desperately to regain control, even though her diaper was growing heaver, saggier, and stinkier by the second. The folds and creases in the seat of her diaper puffed and stretched themselves out as poor Jenny continued to noisily fill her britches. For a moment she thought she was done—but she felt a sharp cramp in her side, and her bowels rumbled to life again. Jenny was helpless to do anything but brace herself and grit her teeth; she heard herself fart loudly before one final messy brown mudslide poured out of her and into the seat of her waiting pampers. Finally, it was over, but now Jenny had a new problem. She was still standing on the stirrups-pegs the seat of her bulky, padded (and now extremely messy)pampers suspended in the air above the plastic saddle. She gripped the reigns and pressed her feet into the pegs, sinking her teeth into the rubber nipple. Jenny was determined to avoid sitting in her dirty diaper. But she was exhausted from the losing struggle to control her bowels, and the strain quickly proved too much for her. She fought with all her might, her legs shaking, sweat dribbling down her brow, the seat of her loaded diaper drooping behind her. But In the end, it was like the weight of the sagging diaper was too heavy for her, and Jenny plopped back into the saddle with a messy squish. “EEEEEEWWWWWW!!!!” she cried, bursting into tears as she settled back into her rhythm, her hips rolling in time with the thrusts of the plastic stallion, her plump, firm buttocks kneading the mess inside her diaper into a disgusting, squishy pulp. The crowd was in hysterics now, even though the smell of her mess was beginning to emerge. Jenny was mortified as the stench of her diaper emerged, enveloping her and forcing those standing closet to her to pinch their nostrils shut in distaste. Still the horsey continued his stationary gallop, oblivious to the cries and displeasure of his passenger. Jenny wailed despondently, the mess mushing further and further beneath her with every gentle bounce of her bottom, spreading it into every nook and cranny. It seemed like she’d already been riding this stupid thing for an eternity already— how much longer could a quarter last?! As though it had heard her prayer, the plastic horse slowed to a stop with one final lurch. Jenny gasped as she settled onto her bottom, her finally stationary butt sinking into the muddy mess contained within her diapers, She sobbed, partially with humiliation, but mostly with relief—her ordeal was over, and now she could finally get off this stupid horse and just run away, get out of these horrible diapers and clean herself up… She stiffened, her eyes nearly popping out when she heard the horrifying sound of a quarter being slid into the slot and clanking into place. “This ride’s on me, girly,” she heard. As the horse lurched to life once more, she turned to see that the woman she’d cut in front of was grinning and brandishing a full change purse (which she jangled in her hand with a mischievous smile.) “And the next one’s on me!” said another woman she’d jumped in front of, holding up a quarter of her own. “And the one after that’s on that’s after me!” said a man in the crowd, holding up a shiny silver disk of his own. Poor Jenny, still gently bouncing up and down in her messy diaper, let out a howl of despair when she looked around and saw an army of smiling faces brandishing quarters of their own… Patreon Babes In Diapers
  11. Parker Longabaugh

    Demoted To The Mechanical Nursery (Updated Nov. 13)

    Hey everyone, Time to choose another "lucky" contestant. Click here to take the poll (it's open to everyone this time), and if you want to suggest a name and backstory for your choice, feel free to do so in the comments here or on Patreon. 1. 2. 3. 4. Click here to vote now!
  12. Parker Longabaugh

    The Contest (One-shot, re-post)

    I'm surprised (but grateful) you still read my stories! Thanks for commenting!
  13. Parker Longabaugh

    Demoted To The Mechanical Nursery (Updated Nov. 13)

    If you pledge $8 or more on Patreon then don't forget to click here to take the poll and determine what happens next in the story. Even if you're not a member of the Audience Participation squad I'd still like to hear from you, so let me know what you think in the comments. In the command center, Megan Simmons watched the events unfolding in the nursery, her body tingling at the thought of the power she had at her fingertips... absolute power over the fate of the two young women on the monitor in front of her. She smiled at the sight of her rival, Monica Yasutake, so utterly and completely infantilized... exactly the way she should be, Simmons thought smugly, enjoying the sight of sweat trickling down her normally unblemished brow, the way she reached behind herself to press a hand against her thickly-padded rear-end, desperate to maintain control of her bowels, eyes darting from side to side as she looked around for something, anything to deliver her from her disgrace. But there was no deliverance coming, and Ms. Simmons practically cackled to herself as she typed in the series of commands that she knew would forever end all Monica’s delusions of maturity and let her know, once and for all, what her new station in life was. Her adult life was over, her time as the head of a large corporation, exercising control over her employees, was at an end... from now on, she would have the status of an infant... and by the time the hour was over, even her power over her own bodily functions would be in doubt. The thought made Megan’s pussy all hot and gooey... She couldn’t believe her luck when she’d stumbled upon this abandoned project, made it her life’s ambition to see it fully living up to it’s potential... and all the time relishing the opportunity to fulfill a private, lifelong obsession. She grinned, almost maniacally, as she typed in her next command and hit enter, watching eagerly on the monitor as the panels in the walls parted to make way for the spanking station. In the nursery, Monica swayed on unsteady legs, dazed and sweaty, her eyes glazed. Inside, her bowels were filled to the brim with warm, sudsy water, gurgling and grumbling, a major mess brewing within her. Strangely, she felt little urgency, sure that this was all some sort of weird dream... a large part of her genuinely believed that she was moments away from waking up, safe and warm in her own bed. A strong cramp squeezed her guts, forcing her to stand stock still and cross her legs, desperately clinching her buttocks to avoid an accident. Almost absentmindedly, she reached behind and pressed her hand up against her butt crack-- an act that was almost totally useless through the layers of padding she’d been wrapped in, serving only to make her look like a grown-up little girl trying to hold off an accident. She was only vaguely aware of the mechanical whirring and clanking around her until she was once more scooped up under the arms and lifted into the air, squeaking and clenching her anus to stave off any leakage. Monica was twisted and turned in the air, and in her frantic efforts to stay clean, was utterly disoriented until she discovered herself face down over some kind of large padded cylinder, her pampered bottom sticking up in the air behind her. Glancing up, she saw that once again Ashley had been placed in the same position across from her so she could see what she looked like. She was vaguely aware of something large enfolding her torso... in the depths of her mind, she realized that it was a giant hand... and that she was being held over a giant lap! In the control booth, a strange transformation was taking place. Ms. Simmons started by removing her shoes and placing them by the wall. Next, she carefully removed her blouse, folded it up neatly and set it on the desk nearby. Her skirt came next, and soon she stood in nothing but her pantyhose... and beneath it, a thin, cottony Depends pull-up. The Pantyhose were abandoned too, and soon Megan stood in nothing but her Depends, and she reached back absently to feel her buttocks through the thick, padded material, her bare skin goose pimpled in the air conditioned chill of the room. She’d only begun wearing them within the last couple of weeks out of some perverse comradery with those placed under her control... the fulfillment of a lifetimes worth of fantasies, and a closely guarded secret beneath the prim and proper professional persona. She donned a VR headset and pulled on the glove she’d had commissioned from the R&D department. Flexing her fingers, she raised her arm experimentally... In the nursery, two large palms simultaneously lifted into the air behind the two struggling Adult Babies... In the control booth, Simmons took an experimental swing of her arm, squeezing the padding of the pull-up between her legs as she did. In time with her movements, the mechanical arms rose into the air and brought themselves down on Monica and Ashley’s padded derrieres. “Uuugh!” Monica grunted behind her pacifier, briefly loosing control of her bowels, a jet of hot water squirting into her diaper before she managed to regain control, gritting her teeth and clenching her buns tightly. In the control booth, Megan shivered with pleasure. It was the next best thing to actually having the little brats squirming over her lap. With a little grin, she lifted her hand, the twin arms in the nursery responding beautifully. Their strength was auto adjusting, meaning Monica could swing her arm as hard as she could and the machine would always correct itself to deliver a blow that was hard enough to redden their bottoms through the padding of their diapers without doing any serious damage. She took a seat, settling her padded bottom into the chair. Taking a deep breath, Megan raised her arm into the air, held it there for a brief moment, and then... The giant palm came down on Monica’s backside, before rising quickly into the air and descending again, and then a third time, and before she was fully aware of what was happening, she was in the midst of a brisk spanking that was stinging her butt, even through the layers of clothes and diapers. A quick glance revealed that Ashley was suffering the same fate, her automated spanking arm rising and falling in time with her own, doling out a serious hard spanking to two diapered young women struggling to contain a bowel movement. Well, maybe ‘struggling’ wasn’t entirely accurate-- Ashley, more heavily regressed due to prolonged exposure to the subliminals hidden in the soft nursery music that played constantly, could barely hold in her bowel movements at the best of times. Her continence had been reduced to sub pre-school levels, and her tushy had been leaking in little spurts and gushes since she’d been taped into her new diaper. However, she still possessed the wherewithal to clench her bum tightly as she lay prone getting her bottom swatted, and she was able to maintain control... for the first two or three blows. The next spank was accompanied by a noisy blurp, and Ashley’s cheeks reddened when she felt the seat of her diaper beginning to fill with a muddy mess. Moments later: SPLAT! A forceful impact against the seat of her diaper both spread the original mess around, smearing her buttocks, and forced out another instalment; Ashley grunted, farting out another mushy load of hot brown poop. Over the sound of her own spanking, Monica glanced up ad saw the back of Ashley’s diaper turn brown and expand... moments before another spank landed, flattening the bulge against her wriggling tushy. Seconds later, she exploded again, a noisy, gassy splattering filling her diapers with another smelly brown load. Monica sank her teeth into the rubber nipple that had been strapped into her mouth and clenched her tight, round buttocks with equal force, squawking every time the mechanical arm came down and landed a stinging swat against her bulging tushy. She was horrified by the gross, gassy, gooey noises coming from Ashley’s direction, shuddering when she thought about how messy the inside of her diaper must have been getting. Monica crossed her ankles and clenched her butt-cheeks so hard they quivered, vowing not to give it to Simmons... but in the end, not even all the hours she spent doing squats in the gym were able to give her the strength to contain the mess she had bubbling away inside of her, pushing at the tight pink pucker of her anus and angrily demanding a release. And in the end, in spite of all her clenching, she was utterly powerless to stop a hot, watery gush from her bowels into the thick padding of her diaper. Her resistance had served only to make her load even mushier, and poor Monica emitted a sob, half shame and half relief, as she utterly lost control, her butt cheeks parting to accommodate a fart-powered explosion of hot brown slop into the seat of her pampers. She whimpered and kicked her feet frantically, feeling the seat of her diapers expand behind her, struggling frantically to escape before... Too late... the large mechanical hand came down on her rear-end with full force right on the seat of her bulging pampers, splattering the mushy load against her wriggling bottom and putting pressure on her abdomen, forcing another mushy mudslide out of her backside with a noisy, flatulent accompaniment. Behind the pacifier, Monica’s bottom lip began to quiver as she felt her continence failing entirely, her diaper quickly filling up behind her with a mound of hot, runny poo poo. The hand came down against her diapered bottom once more, splattering the gooey mess across her cheeks and smushing it up her butt-crack. At last she could no longer contain it... with her stinky diaper butt stuck up in the air behind her, presenting an inviting target for further spanking, Monica finally burst into tears. Her sobs were music to Ms. Simmons ears. In the control-room, nude except for her VR equipment and the pull-up under her bottom, she couldn’t control herself either. As she conducted the virtual spankings with one hand, the other hand snuck down the front of her diaper, and she let out a contented sigh as she began playing with herself. We now have an opportunity to move the story into the final phase... would you like to start moving towards the end or keep it going? Move into the final phase of the story Pick another victim to demote Continue with Ashley and Monica’s story Click here to vote now!
  14. Parker Longabaugh

    The Contest (One-shot, re-post)

    Like Lunch Date, this is an old favorite of mine that seems to have disappeared, so here it is, re-presented for your amusement. If you enjoy this story you can check me out on patreon where I have a bunch of exclusive stories and more for just $5 a month (click here to read about what I've up there so far.) You can also visit my blog to read some stories and check out of bunch of other cool stuff totally free... and as always, if you like the story please let me know in the comments. AdultBaby.XXX Disclaimer: The following story has been rated utterly silly and 100% immature by a jury of it’s peers. I hope you enjoy it. All things considered, the trouble probably began at breakfast, when Daddy fed the girls their usual meal consisting of apple juice and a highly fibrous oatmeal, especially designed to keep them regular. Daddy served it with a little brown sugar mixed in, and they were always eager to fill their bellies in the morning after a long night in the crib. But the stage for disaster was truly set at lunchtime, when Daddy sat them in their high-chairs and presented each of them with a heaping bowl of beans with a couple of hot dogs cut up and mixed in. They’d spent the morning playing in the garden, and both Kayla and Molly made pigs of themselves, each gobbling up one massive helping, then greedily accepting seconds. The two Adult Babies wolfed them down, stuffing their faces until they were near bursting, then sat back contentedly in their high chairs, diapered butts crinkling beneath them, and smiled lazily as Daddy detached the trays and sent the giggling girls off to the nursery to play, then set each of them up with a bottle of prune juice before heading off to get some work done. They set up a tea party, sipping their bottles as they did. Both of their tummies were rumbling now, gurgling and growling inside them. The beans were starting to kick in with a vengeance, and both Kayla and Molly were filled with more gas than a dirigible. Each of them eased out a few soft belches, which did nothing to relieve the pressure. At last, the inevitable occurred: Molly stooped down to pick up one of their plushies, her big, bulky rump bulging out behind her like a giant bubble. The stuffed pig was just a little-bit out of her reach, so she bent down just a little lower, folding at the middle and putting just a bit too much pressure on her tummy, which had the totally unintended result of pushing out a loud and juicy fart. “Oooo!” She squeaked, covering her mouth as her cheeks turned red. Kayla burst out laughing at her friend and adopted sister... if the fart was funny, her mortified reaction was hilarious! Poor Molly could only redden as Kayla brayed with laughter at her embarrassing moment. It was during one particularly boisterous peel of laughter that Kayla pushed just a little bit too hard. A quick but incredibly loud guff sounded from the seat of her pampers, barely even muffled by the thick padding. Now it was Molly’s turn to laugh, and Kayla could only redden and look away. She’d been hoist by her own petard in a most mortifying way. Molly took pity on her and cut her laughter short. And minutes later, when they were in the midst of their tea party, she broke the tension by leaning to the side and breaking wind, a powerfully wet and bubbly blast. They broke out into giggling. “’Scuse me,” said Molly in a distinctly sarcastic tone of voice, which was followed by another round of cheeky giggling. They chatted pleasantly and sipped (both water standing in for tea in their cups and juice from their bottles.) They each gave voice to their favorite stuffies, enacting silly and playful little conversations between plush bears and horses and raccoons. But it wasn’t long before Molly noticed a brief pause in the conversation. She glanced at Kayla and noticed a far off look in her eye, and she realized what was coming moments before it arrived-- Kayla laid a big, fat, juicy fart, a multi-toned and somewhat greasy blast that rudely interrupted their tea party. Molly giggled approvingly, especially when Kayla shrugged it off with a matter-of-fact “pardon” before returning to the game as though nothing had happened. Molly wasn’t going to be outdone. She waited until she had what felt like a good one, casually leaned to the side, and cut a loud, rumbling gasser that sounded like a dump truck struggling to start. “Ahh!” she sighed, slowly lowering her bottom back to the seat. “I think you should call daddy to check your pampers after that one!” Kayla laughed, fanning her face against the stink that was slowly beginning to emerge. But it still didn’t stop her from passing gas with a short, gooey eruption, like a tuba submerged in water. “Eww!” Molly giggled pinching her nose shut, Kayla breaking into a toothy grin. “You’re going to poop your pants!” she scolded before lifting up a cheek and blasting a dangerously wet bubbler of her own. “You’re one to talk!” said Kayla in faux outrage. “You smell like you loaded your diaper already!” They continued on like this, and for nearly fifteen minutes, their elegant little tea party was interrupted by the World War Three of flatulence-- each adorable Adult Baby taking her turn producing a fart loud enough to rattle the windows and stinky enough to peel the paint from the walls. In between entries, they would giggle like a pair of naughty girls, making silly comments and teasing each other. BbbbbbLloooorrrtt! “Whew!” Molly teased, Kayla sighing in relief, “Did someone leave the door open? It’s getting very breezy!” FLORP! “Ooo! Is there a duck in here?” Kayla laughed as Molly made her diapers rumble. BBBBllluuuBBBrrrTT! “That’s not gonna wash out!” said Molly, pinching her nose shut daintily. PPRRRAAPP! "Molly! How rude!" Kayla scolded, moments before raising up in her seat and pushing out a noisy fluff of her own. And so it went, each fart raising the bar for the next, until there was a pause, Molly raising herself out of her seat and sticking her bulging, diapered rump out behind her dramatically, and began grunting softly to herself. For a long moment there was silence, and Molly began to worry that she’d run dry. But then, she felt a mass beginning to descend into her colon, and she smiled, sure that this was gong to be the biggest toot yet. A noise emerged from inside her diaper resembling a rusty chainsaw cutting through a watermelon, and Molly grinned, realizing that it was indeed the biggest, loudest, juiciest, grossest fart yet-- there was no way Kayla could compete with that! But almost as quickly as it began, it started to go wrong: she felt a thick, muddy gush from her backside, and instantly there was a big, hot, gooey slick in the back of her pampers, Molly gasped, desperately trying to stem the flow, but it was too late-- she would have had better luck trying to stop an avalanche, and she couldn’t do anything more than grunt and squeal in dismay, accidentally loading her diapers with a warm, poopy mess. “Oh my Gawd!” Kayla screamed with laughter. “Did you just poop your pants?” she asked, rather unnecessarily considering the way Molly’s diaper bulged and sagged behind her, not to mention the distinct poopy-diaper smell that had began to emerge. With a bratty smile, she reached out and gave the back of Molly’s pamper a couple of swats, making her friend squeal and squirm uncomfortably. “Stooopppp!” Molly whined, though she didn’t move away, but merely stood by and wiggled her bottom as Kayla patted the mess into her plump little tushy. “Ewww! Stinky!” Kayla teased, scrunching her nose up as she pattied and squished the gooey load into her playmate’s bum. “You pooped your diaper-- just like a little BABY!” she chided, seemingly forgetting that she was also sitting in a big, bulky cloth diaper and a pair of crinkly plastic pants. Molly was growing more embarrassed by the minute, exacerbated by her sister AB’s teasing-- and the more embarrassed she got, the hornier she became, her pussy moist and growing wetter every time she felt the greasy pile in her pants squish up against her skin. “Just for that,” said Kayla, smiling mischievously and putting her hands firmly on Molly’s shoulders, “you have to sit in it for the rest of our tea party!” And before Molly could voice any reaction, Kayla pushed her firmly into her seat, the thick, creamy mess in her diapers compressing beneath her rounded buttocks with an audible splat! “Kayla!” she shrieked. “This is gross!” she said, wiggling and squirming in her seat in a way that suggested she didn’t really mean it. “That’s just too bad,” Kayla said casually, filling Molly’s cup with water from their plastic tea-pot. “That’s what little poopy pants BABIES get,” she smirked smugly as a blush spread across her friend’s face. “Let this be a lesson to you to be more mature in the future,” she lectured haughtily, moments before passing gas loudly. “Excuse me,” she said casually, helping herself to a cookie. They sipped “tea” and ate their cookies, Molly blushing as she squirmed and squished in her loaded, messy diaper, trying to pretend she wasn’t enjoying it… and failing completely. Meanwhile, Kayla was frowning and rubbing her tummy. The contest had effectively ended when Molly had her little accident. But Kayla was still producing more gas than a Texaco, tooting every few minutes, each one getting increasingly wet. “Uhhhg…” she groaned, leaning to the side to squeeze out another obnoxiously loud ripper. “My tummy feels funny.” Molly, filthy and aroused, maintained her silence and kept an eye on her friend, sensing what was about to happen. She didn’t have to wait long-- only a few minutes had passed before a strange sound emerged… like an out of tune lawnmower crossed with a sputtering motorbike… Kayla gasped, indicating that it hadn’t been strictly voluntary. And before she could clamp down, the noise abruptly ended with an ominous squish. The already potent stench increased tenfold, and Kayla’s lips formed a perfect little ‘o’ of shock that sent Molly into giggles, knowing that her friend had just had a little accident. But it wasn’t over yet… another goopy, flatulent mushing sound emerged, and Molly would swear from that day forward that she saw Kayla actually lifted in her seat on a cushion of poop. Kayla squealed, utterly helpless to stop her accident and tremendously aroused by that fact. Reflexively, she climbed to her feet and stuck out her rump behind her, her diaper already all saggy and slimy behind her, and getting worse by the minute. Hot, oily poop was positively gushing out of her with a series of sick, gassy, sloppy noises, and poor Kayla could do little more than grunt and moan. “Uhh! Eee! Oooh!” her voice was sharp and breathy, and Molly knew it was motivated by more than exertion and embarrassment. Reaching down to rub her pussy through the front of her diaper with one hand, she reached out with the other and, with a naughty grin, began to press and pat and smush the diaper up against Kayla’s bottom, even as she continued filling it, her efforts rewarded by a lusty gasp from her friend. “Phew-wee! You really filled this pamper up! Looks like I’m not the only big baby around here, am I?” Molly teased, tossing Kayla’s own words back at her. She was treated to another noisy toot in response, and Molly giggled and swatted her AB sister’s bulging backside with medium force. Kayla squeaked in response as the load mushed up against her quivering rump, even as she continued to uncontrollably load her diaper with a massive, mushy evacuation. “PU! You naughty girl!” Molly lectured, somewhat hypocritically considering she was sitting in her own bulging, stinky, messy diaper. She swatted Kayla's hiney, who gave a disgusted and delighted squeal. The mess was still blurping out of her at a rapid pace, accompanied by a cacophony of rude, squishy noises, and even as the existing pile was flattened against her buttocks by Molly’s playful spanking, there was more and more mess being pushed out if her by the second, beyond her control.. At last, Kayla’s messy diaper mudslide sputtered to a stop, and she was left standing, sweating, shaking, her knees wobbling behind her as Molly continued to squeeze and spank the load into her butt, pressing the mess against her in a most delightful way. “Don’t forget, Kayla,” Molly said, filled with mischief, reaching out to take her hand. “Immature little babies have to sit in their mess!” and she quickly tugged Kayla down into her chair, making her gasp as she felt the massive, mushy load squishing against her backside. Kayla sank slowly into the gooey mess in her pamper, oooing and aaahhing, softly wriggling her tushy in the big, pulpy slurry in her pants. “Aww,” Molly teased, “did the big baby have some diarrhea in her diaper?” she broke into giggles. “SHUT-UP!” Kayla whined, “you have diarrhea too!” They sat there for a few minutes, blushing, holding hands and wriggling their bottoms in their seats, the messes in their diapers increasingly compressed between their buttocks and the hard seats. Kayla shot her friend an embarrassed little smile, her eyes all starry. “We really stink,” she confessed with a chuckle. “YOU stink,” Molly giggled, leaning forward to give her friend a sweet, sexy kiss. Kayla eagerly returned it, and soon they were making out and reaching around to squeeze and squish each others poopy diapers, shivering and groaning in response. All thoughts of crying out for a diaper change were momentarily put aside, and the two little Adult Babies enjoyed their secret pleasure. Meanwhile, Daddy had a secret of his own. He’d intentionally stuffed them with gassy foods, plus a little laxative, to spice up his adopted Adult Baby’s little tea party… then filmed the proceedings via the nanny-cams in the nursery. Once he’d edited the footage together, he was sure the readers on his blog would be quite amused by the girls' antics. Of course, Molly and Kayla would probably be rather embarrassed about their newfound fame, but he felt they’d earned it with such shameless behavior. He smiled and watched, biding his time before he went in to offer them changes. My Patreon Babes In Diapers
  15. Parker Longabaugh

    Demoted To The Mechanical Nursery (Updated Nov. 13)

    Sorry about the wait on this on, everyone. As always, if you pledge $8 or more on Patreon then don't forget to take the poll to determine what happens next. Even if you're not a patron, I'd still love to hear your thoughts and opinions in the comments. You can also check out my blog for a bunch of cool stuff. “Hhhhuuggghhh...” It didn’t take long for Monica to start feeling rather full... her belly, inflated like a big water balloon, hung down heavily beneath her. She sagged limply in the automatons hands, her plump hiney still pointed up in the air behind her, her cute little anus spread wide by the greasy nozzle, the hose leading from her hindquarters like a tail, still pumping water up her butt at an alarming rate. A quick glance in front of her revealed Ashley in much the same position. With her infantile pig-tails swaying with the gentle movements of her head, she hung like a rag doll, eyes glazed, drool running down her chin. Monica couldn’t help notice the way her butt wiggled in the air as she gyrated her hips slightly in a distinctly sexual manner. Monica shuddered and looked away (all the while suppressing her own desire to wiggle her own bare butt in a shameful attempt at gaining some sort of satisfaction from the situation.) At last, Monica felt the flow trickle to a stop, and she let out a thankful sob as the nozzle was popped out of her rump and retracted once again behind a panel that slid closed neatly behind it. Biting into the thick rubber nipple that had been strapped into her mouth, grunting as she frantically flexed her asshole, somehow managing to maintain control of herself... at least for the moment. With a series of whirs and clanks, Monica found herself being gently lowered down to the padded surface of a changing table that folded itself out of the wall. Within moments, she lay side by side next to the pig-tailed Ashley, her bare breasts wobbling as her wrists were pinned to the table at either side of her head. In a blur, almost quicker than her eyes could follow, Monica found her ankles grasped and lifted by one set of powerful robot fingers while another set dusted her jiggling bottom with powder. At the same time, another set of automatons removed a thick, adult sized pamper from a package beneath the table and slipped it under her wriggling tushy. Moments later, Monica’s bare butt made contact with a diaper for the first time in decades, and before she could even think about struggling (a likely impossibility anyway considering how swollen she was from the enema), the diaper was tugged up tight between her silky smooth thighs and fastened shut firmly around her waterlogged middle. With a discomforted groan, Monica turned just in time to see Ashley suffer the same fate, her butt lifted, powdered, lowered and diapered quickly and with perfect mechanical precision. In moments, the pair were laying next to each other, each one as thickly swaddled as a newborn babe. In the control room, Ms. Simmons chuckled gleefully, scrolling through the computer’s extensive catalogue of Adult Baby outfits, looking for something sufficiently degrading for Monica Yasutake’s first day back in the nursery. Keeping half an eye on the proceedings on the monitor, she scrolled through the computer’s wardrobe, grinning to herself as she selected an outfit that was sufficiently embarrassing before hitting enter and sitting back to watch the drama unfold. Monica had been sealed into her diaper for just a few moments before she was scooped up under the arms and lifted into the air again, and then deposited unsteadily on her feet, her bulging stomach sloshing uncomfortably, the padding of the diaper beneath her so thick and stiff that she was forced to stand bow-legged. Inside her, her bowels were groaning and gurgling, the mess pushing away at her back passage urgently, but she had it under control... for the time being, at least. In fact, she was so focused on her struggle to keep her pampers clean and dry that Monica hardly even noticed what was happening until the dress, a pastel yellow concoction of lace and ruffles, had already been pulled over her head. With bulging petticoats and a short hem that revealed her puffy white diaper from every angle, there was no doubt in Monica’s mind that she must look exactly like an overgrown two year old on Easter Sunday. The frilly bonnet came next, soft yellow and frilly, perfectly matching her dress as it was tied beneath her chin. She gave a surprised squawk as she was briefly lifted into the air so her feet could be threaded into a pair of white, semi-translucent tights, which were quickly drawn up her legs and into place against her butt, three matching rows of frills clearly visible across the bulging seat of her big adult diapers. At last she stood awkwardly, her status as a sexy, powerful, mature executive revoked indefinitely. Instead, Monica was horrified to discover that all that had been erased and replaced with a new role... that of an overgrown adult toddler. In the control room, Ms. Simmons felt almost intoxicated, her pussy throbbing at the thought of all this power at her finger-tips... the power to utterly control the lives of the naughty bimbos in front of her. Licking her lips, she began typing into her console, ready to heap a giant mound of embarrassment onto her already disgraced rival... What’s next for Monica and Ashley? Confined to the crib Spanked until they release their enemas Click here to take the poll Babes In Diapers