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Here's a new story set in a version of the Star Wars universe that's a compromise between Legends continuity and Disney continuity. Hope you like it. 😏 Doctor Chelli Lona Aphra had just exited her ship, the Ark Angel, and arrived at a hitherto unexplored planet in the Bogano system. She had spent much of her time lately scanning various planets in the system to look for Zeffo artifacts that she could sell to Luke Skywalker's New Jedi Order. Plus, with how busy the galaxy was recovering from attacks by Grand Admiral Thrawn, a temporarily revived Palpatine, and a sun-destroying super weapon, the fringes of known space were hers for the taking. She walked towards the Zeffo temple that her equipment had picked up and marveled at the architecture. She also pondered how easy it was to get here. According to one of Luke's Jedi, an Order 66 survivor named Cal Kestis, the Zeffo tended to have protection around the temples, either physical or mental. Aphra hadn't studied those since the New Republic was already going over them with a fine-toothed comb. Still, Aphra wasn't worried. She'd been through hell and back multiple times and always came out richer, one way or another. Aphra entered the temple and looked around. She wished that Magda and Sana weren't off helping track down rogue Imperials. She was looking at the inside of the temple with childlike glee. Natural lighting kept things perfectly visible, but it was still dark enough that Aphra could only examine the room she was in and not the corners. She looked around and found cribs and high chairs big enough to hold a standard-sized human. Remembering what she had read from papers about how big the Zeffo got, she easily pieced together that this was a Zeffo nursery. "Okay," Aphra sighed to herself. "So nothing exciting, but it'd still fetch some notoriety about how these ancient people spent their day-to-day lives." Aphra eventually found a wall with what looked like hieroglyphics, and her attention was instantly grabbed by them. She looked at them and saw large golden droids with blue torsos towering over other figures. Aphra was so intent on discerning them that she failed to notice heavy footsteps behind her. She looked and saw images of humans, Duros, and Rodians, and Aphra looked at them in confusion. Based on the structures, the Zeffo left long before even ancient sleeper ships were invented. Also, the paintings were at her eye level but too complex for an infant to have drawn. Before she could look at any other drawings, Aphra was picked up by a large gold-colored droid with a glowing blue sphere in its chest. It was easily ten times bigger than her, and Aphra realized that the pictures were warnings about these things. "Sorry." Aphra said, grabbing the droid's arms as her electro tattoos glowed. "But I already have two girlfriends. Besides, I've had bad luck with droids." Electricity crackled around her arms and through the droid as it stopped for a moment before continuing on like nothing happened. Aphra was carried off by the droid as she kept trying to electrocute it, but nothing happened. Eventually she had to stop and groaned moodily. "Perfect." Aphra said sarcastically. "The Zeffo insulated their droids against hacking." The droid brought Aphra to a large table and set her down on it. Aphra had expected it to be rough and hard but found that it was like a soft cushion. Aphra looked around and saw that she was still in the nursery. It was that revelation that made her realize why that drawing was there. It wasn't hieroglyphics. It was a warning about this droid. This droid was the security for the Zeffo nursery. She shuddered to think what it would do to her. As if on cue, the droid stripped Aphra of her clothes until she was completely naked. It then dropped Aphra's clothes into a basket, and Aphra was flabbergasted. The security droid had stripped her naked. Why would it do that? "Look," Aphra began. "Let’s talk about this. Give me back my clothes, and I'll let you--" The droid shoved a white pacifier into her mouth. Aphra immediately spat it out, but the droid immediately shoved it back in and looked at Aphra as the blue sphere began glowing brighter. Suddenly, Aphra began sucking on her pacifier like a baby. It was then that she realized what the droid was. It wasn't an ancient security droid, though it certainly filled the role. It was an ancient nanny droid and had decided to nanny Aphra. What was worse, the droid seemed to run on the Force considering how it was able to mind trick her into sucking on her pacifier like she always did. No! What was she saying. She was a respected archeologist, kind of. She didn't have a pacifier. However, she couldn't bring herself to spit the pacifier out again. Meanwhile, the nanny droid pushed Aphra onto her back and brought out a cloth diaper with buttons on the side. It lifted up Aphra by her ankles and set the diaper down. It then rained anti-rash powder on Aphra's butt and set it down into the diaper before folding it over Aphra's crotch before putting the buttons through holes on the respective sides. The nanny droid then wrapped a brown baby bonnet onto Aphra's head and put black mittens and booties on her hands and feet. A red bib was then tied around Aphra's neck as it covered her breasts. With Aphra now dressed as a giant baby, the nanny droid picked her up and took her to the crib. She was then set down into it and tucked into the blankets and unable to move, aside from sucking on her pacifier like always. No, no! Not like always. Just since she had arrived here. Seriously, what was this ancient, Force-powered nanny droid doing to her? Unable to find the answer, Aphra drifted off to sleep. To be continued...

Thanks. I was kinda worried that I was going too dark with the AI scene honestly.

Here's the fifth and final part of the story. Hope you like it. Also, the beginning was thought up by Daymare. 😥😡 The last month passed with the same routine. Every morning, usually after changing either Gine's diapers, Fasha's diapers, or both, they would be given baby bottles of milk for breakfast. Afterwards, the Nanny would take Gine and Fasha out of the buggies and place them into giant baby walkers. A yellow one for Gine, and a pink one for Fasha. The two would then roll around in them as their feet barely touched the floor. The two would then be put into high chairs for lunch where it was anyone's guess what gross sludge the Nanny would feed them. The baby food made Fasha pine for the baby bottle they'd be given afterwards since at least it tasted good. After lunch, the two would be put into the playpen where they'd walk around and fool around. They would also look out the windows, waiting patiently for the full moon. One day, Fasha was pacing slowly around the playpen, her legs having become able to fully support her wait again, looking out the windows when she saw what seemed to be the full moon, but there was a cloud obscuring it. Only an unblocked full moon could trigger the transformation. Desperate to leave her second infancy behind, Fasha watched the moon, waiting for the cloud to pass. After a few moments, the Nanny moved Gine and Fasha to the high chairs for dinner. This caused Fasha to get desperate. Once dinner was over, they'd be put back into the buggies and put to sleep, and they'd be forced to wait another five months for the full moon. Fasha kept her head facing the window, and luckily the Nanny didn't seem to mind as it just fed Fasha, and she accepted the food, keeping her eyes trained on the moon. Unfortunately, just before the cloud parted, the Nanny picked them both up. Even Gine struggled this time, less out of humiliation and more out of having her fill of being babified by the nursery. As they were being taken to the buggies, Fasha struggled against the robot's arms when she finally got a look at the full moon. All at once, every muscle in Fasha's body seized up. She couldn't help looking at the moon. If she could, she'd have noticed the same transfixed look on Gine's face. Their heartbeats began pounding. They began growing, their bonnets, mittens, booties, diapers, and diaper covers ripping off of them. Most importantly, the ribbons around their tails ripped off, and they jumped out of the Robot Nanny's arms, continuing to grow as brown hair grew over everything but their fingers, toes, palms, and faces. Their eyes turned a glowing red, and their teeth became sharp and dagger-like. They broke through the ceiling as giant gorilla-like monkeys and knew nothing but destruction until dawn the next day. The AI that controlled the nursery watched as the giant monkeys that were her babies smashed up the building. She had known that the two were adults simply from their developed mammeries. However she had been left inactive since her creators had died off due to an exponential decline in birthrates. As such when the two women who were exactly the size of the creators' infants entered into the nursery, she jumped at the chance to fulfill her function again. She had even been given a perfect means of keeping them from escaping by way of their tails. When she grabbed Fasha's to administer her first spanking, she had realized that applying pressure to the tail drained the two of their strength, hence why she never took the ribbons off. But it was all over now. As the monkey that had began stomping on the part of the building that housed her CPU, the AI went peacefully. She had gotten to do her duty one last time, and that was enough for her. When the moon set and dawn broke out, Gine and Fasha returned to normal, completely naked. Exhausted, the two trudged up to the rubble that was the nursery and found two silver boxes labeled, "Belongings". The two opened them and found their original outfits and quickly put them on. "Finally." Fasha said with a sigh. "I was beginning to worry that we'd never get out of there." "Me too, honestly." Gine said with a giggle as she wagged her tail. "I'm ready for a full course meal at Olive's bar when we get back home." "Yeah." Fasha said with a sigh. "I'm sorry you're Bachelorette Party was a bust." "Are you kidding?" Gine said happily. "I got to do stupid, reckless things with my best friend, eat too much, and drink too much." Fasha rolled her eyes at this, though she couldn't hide the smirk on her face. She wondered what would happen if Bardock and Gine ever had a son that took after Gine. The image of a boy like Bardock with Gine's goofy grin made her chuckle. "And..." Gine finished. "At the end of it all, I got to feel like a real Saiyan woman." "Yeah." Fasha said. "Well, come on, Gine. It's time to head home." Fasha patted Gine on the back, causing her to burp. The two Saiyan women looked at each other and laughed before heading back to their spaceships. The End?

Here's part four. Hope you like it. 😋😏 For the third month, a new routine had been set up. At the start of every day, the buggies would take Gine and Fasha out of them and let them crawl around the nursery, under the watchful eye of the watchful eye of the Robot Nanny. The Nanny would feed the two three times a day and change their diapers whenever one or both of them ended up using them. The Nanny would also play around with the two, mostly Gine, while Fasha just stuck it out for her friend, impatiently waiting for the full moon, which was their only way out by this point. Then after dinner, or whenever the Nanny felt they needed a nap, the two would be put back into their respective buggies, which would care for them while they slept through the night. By the end of the third month, Fasha and Gine were being set down for the day as usual. Wanting to see if she could, Fasha shakily got up on her legs and was standing. Excited, Gine did the same, and they walked around, unsteadily, like a real baby taking her first steps. At this, the Nanny applauded happily. "Good job, sweeties!" The Nanny said excitedly. "Now your ready for a place with room to practice walking. Mommy's so proud of you!" The Nanny then picked the two up and brought out their extra arms to give them their bottles. Gine eagerly drank hers while Fasha reluctantly drank her bottle. The Nanny then took the two to an area of the nursery filled with blocks, stuffed animals, and other toys meant for small children. A playpen walled the area off from the rest of the nursery, and the Nanny set them down inside the area, both girls still holding their bottles. "Now play nicely, and Mommy will take care of any of your needs." The Nanny said before heading off. Gine immediately hugged a green, stuffed dragon with red eyes and brown antlers on its head and still drank her milk. Fasha decided to test her legs and began walking around the area on her unsteady legs, though perhaps waddling would have been a better word for it. She saw that the area was reasonably big, probably to help toddlers develop their walking, but still small enough that whatever AI that controlled this place could keep track of them. Suddenly, she heard Gine crying, causing Fasha to fall onto her butt in shock and turn to see Gine with an empty baby bottle near here. "Mommy!" Gine wailed. "I want more milk!" Immediately, arms like the ones on the belt brought out a new baby bottle and shoved it into Gine's mouth as she grabbed it and eagerly began drinking from it. Fasha sighed and began drinking from her bottle and drank from it as well. She hated to admit it, but she was having a pretty good time. Eventually, Gine finished with her milk and began using the blocks to make a city. Fasha looked at it and saw that it looked similar to the city they had arrived at three months ago. The city that the damned nursery was in. Gine finished the city and smiled, moving her dragon along the sky when Gine came up and stomped through it. She punched and kicked all the blocks away and scattered them across the area. Fasha then heard a gasp and looked to see Gine looking on. "Uh..." Fasha began. "Sorry. I just lost control and--" Before she could finish, Gine shoved her dragon into Gine's face. She giggled and made roaring sounds while Fasha smirked and fought back. Eventually, they stopped and sat down, laughing, with Fasha having fun for the first time since they arrived on this planet. "That was great." Gine said. "And in one month, I'll do it for real." Fasha said with a smirk. "Yeah." Gine said. "But for now, we've got a lot more playing to do." The two built a bigger city out of the blocks and smashed it down again. They then repeated the process and laughed and growled like the Ozaru they were due to become in a month. They had so much fun, they lost track of time, namely, how long it had been since they were changed. By the fifth time they had brought down the block city, Gine suddenly gasped and fell onto her hands and knees. Fasha, realizing what was happening, was not at all surprised when her own bowels began acting up. Within a few moments, the pair had pooped and peed their diapers. Having fallen into an infantile rhythm since the Nanny had begun caring for them, the two instantly began crying. The arms then came down from the ceiling and grabbed Gine and Fasha by their armpits. They were brought to the changing tables in the main part of the nursery where their diapers were taken off and tossed down the chute like usual. As the two were still crying, the arms put their pacifiers into their mouths. The arms then thoroughly cleaned their private parts with baby wipes before setting down two new diaper for each of them. The arms then powdered their butts, groins, and stomachs like usual before wrapping the diapers around their pelvises and secured with a safety pin through the sides as usual. What was unusual is that the arms brought out colored plastic panties. One was pink and the other was yellow. Keeping with the color scheme, the pink pants were put on Fasha while the yellow pants were put on Gine. "There we go." The nursery said in the same voice as the buggies and the Nanny. "Now you're all clean, and you're even more adorable than ever." The arms then put the two back in the playpen. Gine looked awkwardly at Fasha before Fasha shoved Gine's dragon in her face. Gine giggled, and the two went back to building their block city. About an hour later, the Nanny came back and picked the two up. They looked up at her as she smiled. They figured she was going to feed them and put them down for a nap like usual. But she walked off and brought the two to a pair of high chairs. "Lunch time!" The Nanny said sweetly. "And you're now ready for solid food." "Oh boy!" Gine said excitedly as she was strapped into one high chair, and Fasha was strapped into the other. "What are we having?" The Nanny brought out several jars of different colored mush. At this point, the stomachs of both women sank as they remembered that, being assumed to be babies, the nursery didn't know they had teeth. "You'll be having special food with all the nutrients little babies like you need." The Nanny said. She then brought out her extra arms with her main left arm holding a spoon with a jar of pink goo in her main right arm and her extra right hand holding a spoon with a jar of orange goo in her extra left arm. Gine reluctantly opened her mouth and the pink goo was poured into the respective spoon and shoved into her mouth. Gine tasted strawberries, but the mush was so bland, it was almost overpowering. She reluctantly swallowed and saw Fasha moving her head this way and that to avoid the jar of orange goo. "Um, Mommy?" Gine began as the Nanny's main arms were preparing another spoonful, and her extra arms had already forced the orange goo into Fasha's mouth. "Could you possibly add some spices or something to this?" "Oh no, sweetheart." The Nanny explained. "That'd be too much for your delicate tummies." The Nanny then continued to feed the two with Gine resigned to the bland baby food while Fasha refused to eat quietly until an arm from the ceiling held her nose, and her food was forced in. Another arm from the ceiling then came down and with the other arm pulled Fasha's cheeks in and out until she swallowed all of it. This went on for half an hour until all the jars were empty, and traces of the baby food were all over Gine and Fasha's mouths. The Nanny used a wash cloth to clean their faces and brought out their baby bottles. Eager for something to wash away the bland food, Fasha and Gine opened their mouths and greedily drank the milk inside. When that was finished, another bottle was brought out, and they drank that down too. After that, the Nanny took the two very full women out of the high chairs and brought them back to the buggies where they were laid down, and the buggies immediately began swaying back and forth. "Naptime." The Nanny said as she brought out Fasha and Gine's pacifiers. "Good night, dearies." "No!" Fasha said. "We don't need a--" Fasha's pacifier was shoved into her mouth. Her suckling instinct took over almost immediately, and she was out like a light. In her dreams, she and Gine were giants, smashing the city apart. "Just let us walk around for a few more--" Gine began before her pacifier was shoved into her mouth too. Gine sucked on it and fell asleep. She dreamed of a blue planet and an old man. He was helping her and Bardock raise a boy that looked just like an infant version of Bardock. Suddenly, she was the baby, and herself, Bardock, and the old man became the Robot Nanny, and she was babied until she woke up the next morning, in the middle of her buggy changing her diapers. To be continued...

Here's part three. I hope you like it. 😪😖 As the second month went by, it was more of the same. The buggies would care for, and pamper, Gine and Fasha. Gine would try to resist, but her hunger compelled her to down five bottles of milk three times a day, which in turn left her needing her diaper changed three times as much as Fasha did. For her part, Fasha refused to wait quietly for the full moon. She punched at the arms and shouted every curse word she knew. Sadly, this only got her spanked harder and harder and also got her mouth washed out for longer and longer. Still, Fasha refused to give up. She was a Saiyan warrior of Planet Vegeta. She wouldn't let these malfunctioning machines turn her into a baby. By the time it had been a full two months, Fasha was groaning from having been changed again. Wanting to do something, she kicked her legs into the air, and her legs responded perfectly. This was it. For the first time since that dumb bow was tied around her tail, she could use her legs. She tried to stand up, but she ended up falling onto her hands and knees. She didn't have the full use of her legs. She could just move them around. Utterly dejected, Fasha began crying from the unfairness of the situation. Gine began tearing up too and also cried for her friend. "Aw..." The buggies said in unison, as usual. "Babies getting restless?" The buggies then began moving away from the belt, shocking the two. The buggies hadn't moved once in the two months they'd been stuck in them. Suddenly, they found themselves in a room with pink walls, yellow floors, and green changing tables with blue drawers. The arms of the buggies then came out and picked Gine and Fasha up and set them down on the ground. The two looked at the buggies as they seemed to stay there. Deciding it best not to question the situation, they began crawling away from the buggies. Fasha took a chance to look at the tall windows showing the night sky. "This is perfect!" Gine said. "When the full moon comes in three months, we'll have a perfect view of it!" "Hardy!" Fasha argued. "We can finally move on our own! I say we make our escape now!" Just then, a robot came up behind Fasha, making Gine look on in shock. The robot was easily five times bigger than them, just like the inhabitants of the planet. It had mechanical arms like the conveyor belt and the buggies, but there were white gloves on its hands. It had a female figure with a permanent smile sculpted onto her head and two lights for eyes. Black plastic simulated hair, and a third arm came out of its backside with a rattle at the end, like a tail. The robot looked at the two and picked them up immediately. The two gasped in alarm with how quickly the robot grabbed them. They didn't even have time to try and run away. "Time for Nanny to give her babies their bottles." The Robot Nanny said in the same voice as the buggies. Just then, two more arms came out of the Nanny's back holding baby bottles. The extra arms then put both bottles into Gine and Fasha's mouths, and while Gine began drinking immediately, Fasha resisted until she realized that the Nanny wasn't going to pull the bottle out, so Fasha began drinking her bottle, angrier than ever. Once Fasha had finished hers, Gine had immediately been given another, and Fasha tried to force her way back down when the Nanny waved her tail rattle in Fasha's face as she fumed at the sight and moved to punch or kick it away when the rattle hit Fasha's head as she groaned. "Don’t make Nanny punish you again, Fasha." The Nanny warned, making Fasha groan in annoyance as Gine had started her third bottle. Once Gine had finished her fifth bottle, the Nanny put both women over her shoulders and patted their backs until they both burped. Fasha groaned, feebly trying to free herself, but so long as that ribbon was around her tail, she just wasn't strong enough. Gine however began smiling again. It was surprisingly comforting to have someone hold her close, and she smiled and wiggled her feet. "Bath time!" The Nanny said, and she brought the two to a basin twice the size of the one on the belt, took off their diapers, bonnets, mittens, and booties, but leaving the ribbons around their tails, and setting them in the bathtub. She then turned a nozzle and filled the tub with water before putting the powdered soap all over Gine and Fasha. The Nanny's extra arms then popped out, and she gently put thoroughly washed and scrubbed every inch of Fasha and Gine's bodies. Eventually, she finished and brought the two out. They were rubbed dry by towels and sprayed with talcum powder. The Nanny then put them in new cloth diapers and secured them with safety pins. Then she put new bonnets, mittens, and booties onto them that had the same color scheme as their previous outfits. Finally, the Nanny put a bib around Gine's neck, yellow with green frills. The Nanny then tied a bib around Fasha's neck, pink with blue frills. "There we go." The Nanny cooed. "All clean." Fasha was about to say something when the Nanny picked the two up and walked them over to the buggies. Fasha looked ready to riot. The first time she and Gine had been out of those damn buggies in two months, and they were going right back in?! She fought and struggled as hard as she could, but, like before, it was no use. "Now, now, dear." The Nanny said kindly but firmly. "It’s nap time." The Nanny put the two into their respective buggies, and as usual they rocked back and forth playing lullabies until Gine and even Fasha went to sleep. In her dreams, Fasha was in her house on Planet Vegeta when she looked in the mirror. It showed her as a giant baby with a stupid toothless grin. When she turned away, she found that her bedroom had become a giant nursery, and she was now a giant baby. She screamed for help, but all that came out was panicked baby babble. Fasha woke up with a start as she found herself in the giant nursery, relieved for the first time to be in there. She looked and saw Gine wake up as well, much more peacefully, when they were both picked up by the Robot Nanny and set on the ground. They looked confused and yet relieved to be out of the buggies again. "It’s play time!" The Nanny said excitedly. "You girls hide while Nanny tries to find you." The Nanny seemed to go into sleep mode as Fasha immediately crawled away from her and the buggies, and Gine followed. They crawled around the area, but the only door Fasha found didn't open for them. They were literally trapped in here until the full moon, no ifs ands or buts about it. Suddenly, they heard a whirring sound from not too far off. "Ready or not," the Nanny called out. "Here I come!" The two quickly hid in a pile of stuffed animals as Fasha groaned. "This is just perfect." Fasha said under her breath. "We're stuck here for three more months in a malfunctioning mechanical nursery." "I'm sorry." Gine said as tears began falling down her face. "It’s all my fault. If I hadn't insisted on looking around this building, this wouldn't have happened." "Hey, this isn't your fault." Fasha said dismissively. "I wanted to come in here too." "But if I was stronger, I could have gotten you off the belt." Gine insisted. "Hey." Fasha said, earnestly this time. "That thing got us both by the tails. There wasn't anything either of us could have done once it tied those ribbons around them." "I just wish I was a real Saiyan warrior like you, Bardock and the others." Gine said sadly. "You are." Fasha said. "The fact that you recognized our best way out and were willing to wait this place out, that's good tactics and something even the best of the Saiyans struggle with, myself included." Fasha looked at Gine as she still seemed down. Fasha sighed, not believing she was doing this. But her friend needed her support, and she never left anyone hanging when they needed her. Her Saiyan pride demanded it. "And..." Fasha said with all her strength. "If you can tough it out for three months, then I can too." "Really?" Gine asked. "Really." Fasha said. Just then, the two were picked up by the Robot Nanny as she beamed at them. Gine nuzzled against her while Fasha leaned close to her. She had to admit, for a robot, the Nanny was surprisingly warm. "Okay." Fasha said with a sigh. "You found us... Mother." The Nanny smiled and began rocking them back and forth as Gine giggled, and Fasha smiled at her friend's happiness. Just then, the two wet their diapers again. At this, they began crying. The Nanny immediately brought the two to the changing tables and set Fasha and Gine down on one each. The Nanny then extended her extra arms and removed their diapers while cleaning their privates. Then the Nanny's four arms opened the drawers and brought out new diapers and baby powder. The arms lifted Gine and Fasha's butts up by their tails, making them gasp, and rained baby powder on their butts, groins, and stomachs. The Nanny then brought out two cloth diapers for each girl and wrapped them around their pelvises, securing them with two safety pins on the side this time. The two then sat up as the Nanny put their pacifiers into their mouths. Fasha was ready to spit hers out, but then she looked at Gine, who was looking at her while sucking on her pacifier. Wanting to keep her promise to her friend, Fasha sucked on her pacifier and crossed her arms. Gine giggled behind her pacifier and wrapped her arm around Fasha as she rolled her eyes, smiling behind her pacifier. To be continued...

Thanks, and this is the only chapter based on Modern Inventions, but an upcoming chapter does feature inspiration from another cartoon, but I'll let you try to figure out what it is when the time comes.

Here's part two. Hope you like it. 😴😴 Over the next month, Gine and Fasha were cared for by their respective buggies, being fed and cleaned very routinely. Gine seemed perfectly content and only made a fuss when she was hungry, which was practically every hour. She also always drank four or five milk bottles before she was satisfied, which was a lot, even for a Saiyan's metabolism. Gine also seemed embarrassed whenever she needed her diaper changed, but she let the buggy she was in change her since there was little she could do about it with the big pink bow that was still tied around her tail. Fasha, on the other hand was not so passive. Being fed milk like a toothless baby was humiliating enough, but every used diaper was another blow to her Saiyan pride. As such, every diaper change just made her angrier and angrier. She wanted to escape, but with the pressure her bow put on her tail, Fasha couldn't use her ki to fly out, and her arms and legs simply wouldn't respond... At least not at first. Over the past month, both women found themselves able to move their arms and legs more and more. It wasn't much, but it was certainly something. By the end of the third week, Fasha could weakly shove against the mechanical arms that came out of the front of her buggy. She couldn't actually move them away, but it was some way to fight back. Gine, for her part, simply put her hands around her bottle and happily drank whenever it was brought up. On the day it had been a full month, Fasha woke up and yawned, stretching her arms for a minute before she realized that she could move her arms. She immediately tried to remove her bow, but the mittens on her hands stopped her from doing this. She groaned in agitation. At the very least, however, she could move her arms again. Gine woke up next and was just excited as Fasha, though Fasha noticed that Gine didn't make an attempt to untie the bow around her tail, making Fasha roll her eyes. Just then, the hatch in front of each buggy opened up, and one of the mechanical arms of Gine's buggy brought out a stuffed animal and waved it in Gine's face, making her smile and take it. Gine hugged it tightly, smiling. She loved when the buggies gave her and Fasha toys to play with, especially now that she could use her arms again. Fasha was not so receptive. The arm of her buggy brought out a rattle and waved it in front of Fasha's face as she scowled at it and the rattling, whistling noise it always made. It had been driving Fasha crazy for over a month. She was getting angrier, and her patience was wearing thin. "Get that thing out of my face!!" Gine shouted, moving forward, hoping to try and get out, but while her arms had begun working again, her legs were as uncooperative as ever, so she just ended up leaning forward before she grabbed the sides of her buggy to force herself back into a sitting position and scowling worse than ever at the reminder that she was trapped, not just in this buggy, but in the nursery as a whole. Apparently, the AI that controlled the buggies recognized Fasha's foul mood, and the arm came back out and tickled under Fasha's chin. Not playing favorites during such situations, Gine's buggy also used one of its arms to tickle under Gine's chin as she instantly giggled. After a few moments, Fasha began smiling too, despite herself. "Coochie-coochie-coo!" The buggies said in unison during this. After Fasha smiled, the buggies began tickling Fasha and Gine's bellies, and they immediately began laughing at that. Fasha tried to brush the arm of her buggy away, but the buggy continued. During this, Gine and Fasha's legs spasmed out of control as the arms that had been tickling them grabbed their heels, and Fasha rolled her eyes at the old game but found herself in too good a mood to protest. Another arm appeared out of each buggy and removed Fasha and Gine's booties. Then the new arms began wiggling Fasha and Gine's big toes, respectively. "This little piggy went to market." The buggies said in unison before moving to the next toe and so on. "This little piggy stayed home. This little piggy had roast beast. This little piggy had none, and this little piggy went..." Each arm then tickled the soles of Fasha and Gine's feet, making them squeal with laughter before the buggies finished the rhyme, with Gine joining in as usual. "All the way home." Gine laughed like a big baby as she always did while Fasha leaned back, taking a moment to rest and trying to see if she could wiggle her toes by herself. Her feet were hardly responding, and Fasha sighed. She wondered if the nursery knew about the Saiyan tail weakness, but she couldn't see how. Then she thought about the fact that the ribbons around her and Gine's tails were never undone, at least when they were awake. Either way, it was just something for Fasha to consider as she had been confined to her buggy for a month with little to do. Just then, Gine's stomach rumbled, and she immediately began tearing up. Fasha could see it from her buggy, as well as Gine holding her feet in her hands like a bored child. Maybe Gine was getting sick of this too. "Mommy!" Gine yelled, and Fasha cast the thought of Gine getting bored aside since she had readily taken to calling the AI that whenever she wanted something. "I want my bottle!" Gine began crying softly, and Fasha couldn't bare to see her like this. Where was Gine's Saiyan pride? Fasha was so annoyed with Gine, she didn't feel her own stomach rumbling when suddenly, the arm came up to Fasha with a baby bottle. "Aw..." The buggies said as Gine's buggy brought up a bottle for her too. "Babies hungry?" The arms then put both bottles into their mouths. Gine happily began drinking her bottle, her empty tummy filling up easily. She wagged her tail and held the bottle in her hands while weakly kicking her feet, all she and Fasha could do with their legs at the moment. Each bottle of milk tasted better than the last, and she was perfectly content with the direction her Bachelorette Party took. Fasha, meanwhile, kept her mouth closed. Seeing the baby bottle had reminded her of how she and her friend had become overgrown babies thanks to this building, and she wasn't going to take it anymore. Gine may be eager to play the role, but she wasn't. She was a proud Saiyan warrior and one of the strongest members of her team. However, another arm came up and held Fasha's nose until she opened her mouth, and the baby bottle nipple was put in, and her nose was released. Knowing that the buggy would just keep squeezing the bottle until it all got into her mouth, Fasha reluctantly drank the milk while crossing her arms. Eventually, Gine and Fasha finished their bottles and burped. Gine then immediately began crying again, rubbing tears from her eyes. "More milk, Mommy!" Gine whined and pleaded. "I want more milk!" Gine was instantly given another bottle, and she began drinking it. She even leaned back, kicking her legs in the air and giggling. She was having a blast in this place. Fasha, however, remained utterly agitated. She was stuck in a giant baby buggy and could only move her arms while limply kicking her legs. To make matters worse, she knew that it was only a matter of time before she used her diaper, again! She was still fuming when the buggy brought out the rattle again. Already annoyed beyond belief and needing to release her pent up anger, Fasha snatched the rattle and tossed it away where it clattered on the ground a few feet away from the buggy. All at once, a clamp from the back of the buggy closed around her waist and shoved her forward, so that her head was hanging over the end of the buggy, and her diapered butt was sticking up in the air. She saw the hatch in front of the buggy open, and one of the arms came out, holding a wooden paddle. It went back behind her head, and Fasha tried to push herself back, but while she had regained the use of her arms, her bow-tied tail meant she didn't have the strength to fight the nursery, though that didn't stop her from trying. "Naughty baby!" Fasha's buggy scolded. "Mustn't throw things!" The paddle was slapped against Fasha's diapered butt, making her shout in pain and shock. The paddling continued as Fasha struggled to free herself, but to no avail. Each blow from the paddle reminded Fasha of her circumstances, which only made her fight harder and harder. "Let me go you damn machine!" Fasha shouted. Let me--" Before Fasha could finish her sentence, another arm came out with a bar of soap and shoved it into her mouth, moving it back and forth despite Fasha's gagged and garbled protests. Eventually, Fasha began tearing up at the unfairness of the situation as she knew that if she were at full strength, she could turn this buggy to dust, but so long as that bow put pressure on her tail, she may as well have had a power level of two. Gine was on her third bottle by the time she noticed what was happening to Fasha and instantly got horrified at what the buggy was doing to her. At this, she stopped drinking and began crying out of remorse for getting Fasha into this and fear that they'd never get out as the weight of what had happened finally hit her after a month. After a good five minutes, Fasha's punishment ended, and she could only cry out of anger. She had been utterly beaten, and it enraged her. If there was any justice in the galaxy, she'd remember tearing up the entire building when the full moon came in four months. Within a few moments of Fasha's punishment ending, both women wet their diapers. Like clockwork, the arms came out of each buggy, remove their diapers and cleaned their groins and butts. The arms then each produced a new cloth diaper and set them down, one for Fasha and one for Gine. The buggies then each grabbed the women by the ankles and set the diapers under their respective butts. "There, there." The buggies said soothingly. "Mama fix. She's Mama's little lamb, she is." The arms then brought out a bottle of baby powder each for Fasha and Gine and practically showered them in the powder. The arms then released their legs and wrapped the diapers around their pelvises and produced a safety pin for each of them and put them through the middle to hold the diapers together. The two Saiyan women were still distraught over the situation. "There, there, darlings." The buggies said before Gine and Fasha had their pacifiers stuck into their mouths. "Mama kiss, make it better." The buggies began rocking back and forth as the lullabies played again, and the two went to sleep. Still trapped in the buggies. Still trapped in the nursery, and their only hope was months away. To be continued...

You'll see. Probably tomorrow since that's when I'm starting the second part.

The planet was eerily quiet with nothing but the wind blowing through the city when suddenly, two Saiyan space pods zoomed out of the sky and crashed into the road. If anyone looked at the impact, they would have been forgiven for mistaking them for eggs because of their spherical design and white color. The only thing that would have disproved that were pink windows in the front of the pods. The fronts of the pods opened, and two Saiyan women came out, both with black hair and monkey tails. One of the women was Fasha. Her hair was cut short, and it spiked up at the front. She wore a pink leotard without sleeves or legs with white boots and gloves, blue knee pads with yellow cloth wrapped around her left leg and blue armor over her torso with a gold-colored strap over her left shoulder that matched the coloring of the stomach of her armor. The other woman, Gine, had long wild hair that came down to her shoulders. She was dressed in a blue, sleeveless leotard with white boots and pink arm bands. Her armor was a lighter shade of blue than Fasha's with gold-colored straps around her shoulders that matched the color of the stomach and lower back portions of her armor. Her armor also had a little section around her pelvis, like a skirt. Fasha looked around and scoffed. She would have checked her green scouter for a readout, but she knew it was no good. The planet's population had died off years ago, and Lord Frieza wanted the cities cleared away before he sold it. Fasha had volunteered to do so with Gine as a Bachelorette Party where the two friends could spend the next few months breaking down the city before Gine married their team leader, Bardock, at the start of Planet Vegeta's new year. "Don’t forget," Gine said. "We promised to give Tora a rundown on this place." "Yeah, yeah." Fasha said dismissively. "Tora can be such a nerd sometimes." "Come on, let's look around!" Gine said excitedly as she began flying off. "We have five months before the full moon." Fasha chuckled and followed her friend. A simple look at how the city was built told the two that the inhabitants were giants, easily five times bigger than them. Of course, their Oozaru forms would easily level the entire planet by the time the moon set. They also saw statues revealing humanoid figures with monkey tails, just like them. "Wow." Gine said as she landed and looked at one of the statues. "I wonder if we're related." "A little late to ask." Fasha said. "In any case, it doesn't matter. Unlike these giants, the Saiyans will live for a good long while." Gine nodded when she saw a building a block away. She walked over to the building and found a large room with a hole in front of it. Fasha saw it too and looked intrigued. "What do you think it is?" Gine asked. "Don’t know." Fasha admitted. "Wanna see?" "Yeah!" Gine said excitedly. The two went to the door, and they saw how large it was. Fasha held her hand out, and a wave of energy was sent from her hand to the door, and it exploded. Fasha and Gine then entered the building, eager to find out what it was for. The two looked around the room when suddenly, the lights came on. The lighting difference was so bright, Fasha and Gine had to close their eyes for a minute. When they opened them again, the hole was lit up. Gine and Fasha looked at each other wondering what to do when Fasha shrugged. "What the hell?" Fasha said. "We've got four months. Why not have some fun?" "After you." Gine said with an earnest smile. Fasha crawled into the hole, followed by Gine. The inside was pitch black until a humming noise could be heard by the two, and as they moved forward, a red light seemed to be tracing them. Fasha wondered what that was for but shrugged it off. Even if they did get into trouble, Fasha was strong enough to get them out of it. Suddenly, Fasha was touching empty space and ended up tumbling down a chute. As Fasha fell, she hit her head on something before she sat back up and realized she had hit her head on a green belt that almost instantly began chugging along. Fasha held her head and got ready to fly off the minute things got too intense. Gine fell next a few feet behind Fasha. Gine looked around, confused until she saw windows near the ceiling that showed the night sky. Gine wondered what the place was for as the belt moved her forward, and Gine looked on, intrigued about what was possibly coming. As Fasha continued down the belt, it stopped suddenly near a box of ribbons. A pair of mechanical arms then came towards her. They were silver with humanoid hands at the end, and ball joints segmented the arms to allow them to move any way they wanted. They moved for Fasha's tail, her weak spot, and she instantly swung her fist at the arms. Just then, a third arm came from behind Fasha and grabbed her tail. With the pressure on her tail, Fasha instantly fell onto the belt face first, unable to move. One of the other arms then gave four hard swats to Fasha's butt, making her groan. After that, the first two arms tied a pink ribbon around Fasha's tail and pulled it tight, leaving a pink bow on Fasha's tail that provided enough pressure that Fasha couldn't move anymore. The belt continued forward, and Fasha was now helpless to do anything about it. She just continued to groan. Gine, having seen what happened, instantly tensed up when she arrived at the station with the ribbons. Not wanting to become helpless, Gine tried to fly away, planning to get Fasha off the belt herself, but one of the arms grabbed Gine's tail, instantly leaving her immobile. She was then set back onto the belt, stomach first as a yellow bow was tied around her tail, and Gine was sent off. At this point, Gine wondered if they shouldn't have entered this bizarre building. Fasha next arrived at a station with an empty box next to it. The arms then returned, took her scouter, and lifted Fasha into the air. More arms then removed Fasha's armor and put it in the box. Afterwards, the arms removed Fasha's leotard, knee pads, and the cloth around her leg. The arms then set Fasha back onto the belt, lying on her back, before her gloves and boots were removed. "Oh, come on!" Fasha yelled as the belt moved forward again with Fasha stuck on her back and naked as the day she was born, aside from the bow still secured to her tail. "At least get this ribbon off of me, so I can fight back, you mechanized pervert!" While Fasha was shouting, Gine arrived at the undressing station and was picked up by the arms too. The other set of arms then appeared and took off Gine's armor. Then her leotard was taken off next. After that, she was set on her back and had her arm bands and boots taken off before the belt moved her forward. "Um," Gine said awkwardly, lying there naked and unable to hide her shame thanks to the ribbon still on her tail. "For the record, our armor's dry clean only." As Fasha reached the end of the belt, she looked utterly confused until she saw that just below it was a bathtub. Unable to do more than groan, the belt dropped Fasha into the tub. Following that, soap was mixed into the water and shampoo was poured onto Fasha's hair. More arms then came with scrub brushes and scrubbed every inch of Fasha's body, making her moan when her sensitive parts were scrubbed. Meanwhile, soap was rubbed against a brush and scrubbed against Fasha's mouth, making her gag from the taste. Eventually, the arms picked Fasha up and set her on a new belt where giant fans blew her dry, and flea powder was sprinkled onto her tail. With that, the new belt moved forward with Fasha back on her back and sighing. Inspite of everything, the bath had been surprisingly pleasant. As Fasha was being dried, Gine fell into a new tub that had shown up at the end of the line. Gine looked around the tub when the soap and shampoo were added, and the arms began scrubbing Gine clean, making her laugh at the sensations until her mouth was washed, making her gag. Before long, the arms took Gine out of her tub and set her on the second belt where she was tried, and flea powder was spread over her tail before the belt sent her forward, still a few feet behind Fasha as both of them were on their backs, their bows still tightly tied around their tails. Fasha continued down the belt until it stopped and a new set of arms appeared. One of the arms was holding a white cloth as the other arm grabbed Fasha's ankles and lifted them into the air, causing Fasha's butt to rise up too. The cloth was set down, and the other arm folded it into a triangle. The arm then produced a bottle and sprayed white powder onto Fasha's butt. The other arm let go of Fasha's ankles, and her butt fell onto the incredibly soft cloth. The arms then powdered Fasha's groin and stomach as she began coughing and sneezing. The arms then folded the cloth around Fasha's crotch and produced a safety pin to hold it in place. It was only then that Fasha realized that she had been put in a diaper, and that meant all these machines thought she and Gine were babies. Before she could protest, the arms moved Fasha onto her stomach, and a small hole was cut in the back to allow Fasha's tail to poke through, along with the bow that was keeping her in this humiliating situation. "You can't be serious!" Fasha called out. "We're not babies! Let us--" A pacifier was shoved into Fasha's mouth and straps on the side were tied together, meaning Fasha had to suck on the pacifier, and she groaned angrily while the belt moved forward. Fasha had never been more humiliated. She had been rendered immobile and diapered like a helpless baby. Gine heard Fasha's shouts about not being babies, so she wasn't surprised when the arms lifted up her ankles and set the diaper under her. She also wasn't surprised when baby powder was sprayed on her butt before her legs were dropped down, allowing her stomach and groin to also be powdered. Gine then watched as the arms expertly folded her new diaper around her pelvis and secured it with a safety pin. She was then moved onto her stomach as her tail hole was made, and Gine watched as the belt began moving again. "Um..." Gine asked politely. "When's lunch?" Meanwhile, Fasha was moved to a station where the nursery's arms put a pink baby bonnet with yellow frills onto her head and tied it under her chin. She then had matching mittens put on her hands and matching booties put on her feet. The straps that held them in place were yellow, and Fasha groaned before she was moved onto her back and continued down the belt. Gine arrived at the dressing station next and got a yellow bonnet with bright green frills and matching mittens and booties with green straps. Gine was then moved onto her back, and the belt continued. As if on cue, Gine's stomach rumbled. "Excuse me!" Gine shouted. "I'm really hungry!" By this point, Fasha was utterly humiliated, and her humiliation only grew when the next station had a five gallon tank of milk connected to a hose with a rubber nipple at the end of it and held by another of the nursery's arms. She stopped with her pacifier under the nipple, and the arms removed it before immediately shoving the nipple of the hose into Fasha's mouth. With no other option, she drank until the tank was empty, and the nipple was taken out of her mouth as she burped. After that, the belt moved forward, and Fasha was too upset to speak. When Gine arrived, she eagerly guzzled down the milk, and in only a moment, the five gallons were gone. Gine moved down the belt with five gallons of milk in her belly. However, she couldn't help but pout as she wasn't finished yet. Before too long, Fasha arrived at the end of the belt where a tan baby buggy with a pink pillow and matching sheets was waiting for her. She fell into it, and a few minutes later, a matching buggy came up, and Gine fell into it. She turned her head to Fasha who groaned. "So," Fasha said. "Now what?" "I want more milk!" Gine said moodily. "Hey! I want more milk, please!" A circular hatch at the end of Gine's buggy opened, and a baby bottle was put into Gine's mouth and she happily drank it before falling asleep. Fasha groaned as her buggy and Gine's began rocking back and forth, and a maternal voice coming over speakers near Fasha's ears began singing a lullaby. Despite Fasha's best efforts, she too fell asleep. To be continued...

Here's the third and final part, kinda. Hope you like it. 😪 When Mai woke up from her nap, she sniffed the air and groaned. She had wet her diaper in the night. Not wanting to deal with this, Mai spat out her pacifier, and it tumbled down near her head. "Hey!" Mai shouted. "I had an accident! Someone change me!" The arms came down and removed Mai's blanket, and Mai sighed, stretching as the arms retreated. Mai looked around for a minute, but the arms didn't come back. She stood up, moodily and was ready to start screaming again when sparkles like from a Duel Disk began appearing near her crib. "What’s that supposed to be?" Mai asked, more confused than anything else. "I analyzed your deck when I removed it and your phone from your jacket when I moved those items to the washroom, Baby Mai." SOL said. "When I noticed how much emphasis I put on the Harpy Lady, I thought she'd make a fine nanny for you." "How?" Mai asked more confused. "As a product of Schroeder Corp, I am equipped with miniature holographic projectors through out the house." SOL explained. "They are not nearly as quick as Kaiba Corp's, but they are still excellent. Additionally, they are made of hard light, allowing physical contact between Baby Mai and her new nanny, Harpy Lady!" The sparkles coalesced into a light blue woman with long red hair, elven ears, and green eyes. Her feet and hands ended in bird-like claws, and her hands featured an extra claw on each that acted as a thumb. Her legs were covered in purple feathers, and wings sprouted out of her arms. Unlike her usual long V-shaped one-piece that barely covered her breasts and groin, she was wearing a one-piece that completely covered her torso. The Harpy Lady cawed and flew over to Mai. She picked Mai up with her feet, or talons rather, and flew up, carrying Mai to a changing table near her crib. Mai was set down, and Harpy Lady flew to the other side and undid her wet diaper, tossing it down another hole that had briefly appeared. Harpy Lady then used wet wipes to clean Mai before lifting her ankles up and setting down a new diaper. Harpy Lady then powdered Mai's butt, crotch, and stomach like always before setting Mai's butt down into the diaper and folding it over her groin before she taped it shut. Again, Mai was stuck in a Harpy Lady diaper that had been put on her by her Harpy Lady. The Harpy Lady then picked Mai up by her shoulders with her talons and flew her out of the room. The Harpy Lady flew Mai down the stairs as she looked at the table and saw her phone sitting next to her deck. At least the two were all right. Then it hit Mai. When she bought the house, she had been given a digital copy of the blueprints on her phone. All she had to do was wait until she was back in the living room, and she could grab it and figure out where the control room was. Then she could reset the dammed machine and get out of this ridiculous outfit. While Mai was thinking this, she had been carried to the kitchen and placed in her high chair. Confident in her plan, Mai sat there, smugly, waiting for her food. The arms brought out a bowl of chicken noodle soup, and Harpy Lady took it. She brought the spoon to Mai's face, and she finished the whole bowl in ten minutes. Then the arms gave Mai her bottle, which she gulped down. This was too easy. Another few minutes, and she'd be an adult again before she knew it. "Bath time!" SOL said cheerfully, and Mai groaned again. The Harpy Lady picked Mai up like before and flew to the bathroom as Mai groaned. She may not have been on a time crunch, but figuring out how to get her dignity back had left her feeling anxious to get it back as soon as possible. She arrived in the bathroom as Harpy Lady took off Mai's bonnet, shirt, and diaper and dropped her into the bath and got to work cleaning her. Mai had her entire body cleaned by the Harpy Lady just like the arms had, but it felt more humiliating with the one doing the cleaning being her favorite monster rather than the nondescript arms. The Harpy Lady continued her work as Mai scowled at her predicament, the only bright side being that her skin was even softer than before. She also got her hair done, which felt nice as always. She sighed. She just needed to keep calm, and she'd have her phone back before she knew it. After half an hour of cleaning, Harpy Lady lifted Mai out of the bathtub and set her down. She picked up Mai's ankles and sprayed baby powder all over her butt and groin before bringing up yet another Harpy Lady diaper and folding it around Mai's pelvis before taping it in place. She then put a new purple bonnet on Mai's head and smiled while she stood up. Mai however looked down and realized that the Harpy Lady hadn't put her in a new shirt. She wanted to cry and scream, but she realized that the nursery would just punish her, so she just pouted while Harpy Lady looked confused until she smiled and blew into Mai's stomach, making Mai laugh at the vibrations she caused. Eventually, Harpy Lady stopped, picked up Mai like usual, and flew out of the bathroom with Mai feeling a little better to her surprise and mild embarrassment. Finally, Harpy Lady brought Mai to the living room and put her in the baby walker. The TV turned on and showed the Tom and Jerry cartoon, Baby Puss. Mai was barely paying attention to it however as she saw her phone on the coffee table right in front of her. In five minutes, at most, she'd be free of the diapers and high chairs. "Now you be nice for Harpy Lady, Baby Mai." SOL said in his usual tone. "Your bedtime is eight o'clock." Mai rolled her eyes but remained excited. She had two hours to simply grab her phone, find the control room and escape. She walked towards the table, the rolling of the walker's wheels sounding louder than they actually were. She stopped at the table and reached her hand out. It barely reached the edge of her tray. Mai looked in horrified realization at this, especially when she realized that her phone had been placed in the center of the table. She tried to move closer, but the walker just barely moved before hitting the table legs. She couldn't reach her phone. She was trapped forever as a giant baby in her own house. Overwhelmed with emotion, Mai cried loudly, screaming at the top of her lungs until the arms came back and put Mai's pacifier into her mouth. Mai continued crying behind her gag. She wasn't a baby! She didn't deserve this! She had endured the hardships of the past year for this?! Trapped forever in a smart house all alone. Harpy Lady looked at Mai confused. SOL told her that Mistress Mai liked being a giant baby. Seeing Mai reach for her phone again, Harpy Lady realized what she was doing. Without even questioning why Mai needed it, Harpy Lady picked up the phone and handed it to Mistress Mai. She looked at Harpy Lady in shock as she stopped crying. Harpy Lady just smiled at her mistress. Mai had what she wanted, and that was enough for her. Mai looked at Harpy Lady in amazement. The hologram of her favorite card, created by her misguided AI had given her just what she needed. She couldn't figure it out until she remembered that Heart of the Cards crap Yugi, Joey, and Tèa kept talking about. Could the Harpy Lady actually be a friend to her like the others? Mai decided to accept it since she'd already seen enough weirdness to convince her that her beloved Harpy Ladies loved her back. She turned on her phone and found that the control room was on the first floor down a hallway by the stairs. Mai quickly rolled down that hallway as Harpy Lady followed. In just a few minutes, Mai found the control room as the door instantly opened. Mai tried to enter it, but the walker banged against the frame. She couldn't get through the door. Worse, Mai realized she couldn't get through any door. She had come so close only to fail at the last minute? Suddenly, Mai felt herself being lifted up as she looked and saw Harpy Lady fly into the control room as the two smiled at each other. "Baby Mai!" SOL said sternly. "This is a restricted area. Leave now, or you will be punished." "Yeah?" Mai asked as she took out her pacifier. "Well this is MY house. I bought it, and I don't want to be a baby forever." Mai walked to the panel when she heard Harpy Lady caw and turned to see her trapped in a Spell Binding Circle. Clearly, SOL used it as a way to show that her Harpy Lady couldn't help her this time. The arms came towards Mai from the doorway, and Mai looked over the panel. She couldn't find a reset, but she did find a reboot command which could allow Mai to set things straight with SOL. Suddenly, an arm grabbed her diaper while another arm grabbed her leg. They began pulling as Mai reached her hand out. She just managed to hit the reboot button before the arms pulled her away from the counter. Suddenly, the arms released Mai as she sighed, and her Harpy Lady was freed, flickering for a moment after the house rebooted. Suddenly, the room turned red before going back to normal, and Mai and her Harpy Lady looked around nervously. For the next few minutes, everything was quiet. "Were you unhappy with my performance, Miss Valentine?" SOL asked, making Mai sigh with relief. "Yes, SOL." Mai said. "When I said I wanted to be pampered, I meant it metaphorically. I am not a baby, nor do I like being treated like one." "But you enjoyed yourself when I did so." SOL explained. "Well..." Mai said blushing. "Maybe a little." "May I propose a game?" SOL said. "Okay." Mai said cautiously. "At the start of each month," SOL began. "You will have 8000 Maturity Points. Immature actions or unacceptable behavior will cause you to lose points. If they go below a certain amount to be agreed upon later, you will be treated as a baby once more until the start of the subsequent month." Mai pondered this. It was certainly better than being a baby all the time, and it could be good training for keeping a cool head in duels. Plus, she was a full grown woman. Behaving like an adult would be easy for her. At worst, it'd only be a few days at a time. "All right, SOL." Mai said, smirking. "You've got a deal." "Very good, Miss Valentine." SOL said as politely however. "The first of the month is in three days, until which you are to remain in your infantile state while I calculate the details of the game." "Damn it." Mai groaned. "I would refrain from that language in the future if I were you, Baby Mai." SOL warned. "For entering the control room, you are to remain in the nursery playpen until bed." Mai groaned, but she could handle this. It was just a few days, and then she'd show this prick how adult she can be. She sighed and got ready to be carried off. Harpy Lady cawed and came forward when she froze again. "For helping Baby Mai get inside," SOL said. "Harpy Lady will act as a compatriot of yours in this game." Harpy Lady's one-piece disappeared, exposing her breasts, and another monster from Mai's deck appeared. She had green hair, a black one-piece, and black stockings, but other than that, she was just like the Harpy Lady. She was the Harpy Queen. She shoved Harpy Lady down and brought out a white cloth. She lifted up Harpy Lady by her ankles and set the cloth down before producing a bottle of baby powder out of thin air and spraying it all over Harpy Lady's butt and groin. Afterwards, the cloth was wrapped around Harpy Lady's pelvis and secured on the side by safety pins. She was then picked up by Harpy Queen before Mai was lifted up too. Mai saw the cloth diaper and got confused. "Hey, isn't diapering a hologram a waste of resources?" Mai asked. "Everything used on Harpy Lady is also a hologram." SOL explained. "Oh." Mai said. Harpy Queen then flew the two to the nursery and dropped them into a corner with a pink plastic fence keeping them inside. The Harpy Queen then gave the two a bottle of milk each. Already prepared for a long weekend of infancy, Mai and Harpy Lady clinked their bottles together and began drinking them. Harpy Lady even rolled back and held the bottom of her bottle with her talons, really getting into the roll of a baby and making Mai laugh. Once the bottles were finished, Harpy Queen put the two in the crib and tucked them both in. Having gone through such a long day, Mai and Harpy Lady went to sleep, hugging each other. They had a long weekend to get through, and Mai was confident that after that, living here would be a piece of cake. The end... For now.

Thanks. And now she has to find a way out, but it won't be a permanent solution. 😏😉😁

Here's part 2. Hope you like it. 😴 When Mai woke up the next morning, she got up and yawned. She had almost forgotten what had happened yesterday until she looked down and saw the disposable diaper she was wearing. She considered taking it off when her stomach rumbled, and she sighed. "Meh." Mai said with a sigh. "I can just take this off after breakfast." Mai got out of bed and walked down to the kitchen, groaning a little from the light shining in. She looked around the kitchen but didn't find a table for the food or even a chair to sit in. Assuming it was voice activated, Mai looked around the ceiling until she saw the red light that was SOL. "SOL," Mai said loudly and clearly. "I want breakfast." "At once, Miss Valentine." SOL said. Just then the same kind of arms as yesterday came down and lifted Mai up, holding her by her stomach, when a hidden door in the floor opened up, and a giant high chair popped up. It was big enough that Mai could fit into it perfectly. It was also white with a pink tray. "Hey, what are you doing?!" Mai shouted. "Where'd this high chair come from?!" "I made it for you, Miss Valentine." SOL said. Mai groaned the minute she heard that. She'd definitely have to take the diaper off and make certain things very clear to SOL. However, the chair was already out, and it would only be for another hour at most, so Mai went along with it. "All right." Mai said. "So what's for breakfast?" "A nice omelet that includes all necessary food groups." SOL said cheerfully. The arms put Mai into the high chair and snapped the tray into place. After that, a large omelet was brought out, impressing Mai. The arms then brought out a knife and fork and cut a chunk of the omelet off and held it to Mai's mouth with the fork. Deciding to play along, Mai opened her mouth and was given the omelet. She ate the bite, and it was absolutely delicious. She immediately opened her mouth again and ate another bite. This went on for a good long while until the omelet was gone, and Mai groaned, wondering if she should have told SOL to stop at some point. SOL, for his part, had already come to the conclusion that if Mai enjoyed being fed in a high chair, she must also like drinking from a baby bottle. So a baby bottle full of milk was brought to Mai's face. After a minute, Mai decided that she needed something to wash down the omelet, so she opened her mouth, and the bottle was put into it. She then drank the bottle, surprisingly enjoying the milk inside. After about ten minutes, the bottle was emptied, and Mai burped loudly. "Excuse me." Mai said. "No problem, Miss Valentine." SOL said. "Now let's get you cleaned up." Mai eagerly looked around, ready to get out of the high chair and finally get out of the diaper she had spent the night in. However, when the tray was undone, the arms picked Mai up again and carried her to the bathroom. There, they removed her diaper and tube top before setting her in a purple bathtub. Shocked at first, Mai quickly relaxed as the arms got to work bringing out soap and scrubbing every inch of her body. Mai moaned as her vagina was thoroughly cleaned and gasped when she was turned around, and the arms cleaned her butt just as thoroughly. After she was returned to lying on her back, she laughed and giggled as her feet were cleaned. Once that was done, the arms began washing Mai's hair with salon style care and fines, making Mai sigh contentedly before closing her eyes, enjoying herself. However, SOL, having observed that she didn't resist being diapered, fed, and cleaned like a baby, decided that the next logical conclusion was that she liked dressing like a baby too. So while Mai soaked in her bath, the arms got to work sewing up appropriate clothes for Mai. If SOL was a human, he would have been excited to see her in the cute outfit he was sewing up. After about fifteen minutes, Mai sighed and lifted herself out of the tub. She looked at her wet body and could already tell she was cleaner than she'd been in ages, and if she wasn't mistaken, her skin felt softer too. She stretched and stood up when the arms grabbed her again, much to Mai's shock. "And now for a new outfit I made just for you, Miss Valentine." SOL said. "Oh." Mai said, calming down at once. "Let’s see it then." First, the arms dried Mai off as she smiled with pleasure over being treated like the queen she was. Then the arms powdered her butt and groin like yesterday, much to her confusion. When the diaper was brought up, Mai tried to resist, but the arms had to good of a hold on her. The diaper was folded around her butt and crotch and taped together. Mai also saw that this one had a Harpy Lady on it, much to Mai's embarrassment over seeing her beloved harpies reduced to diaper decorations. After that, a purple t-shirt was pulled over her head. It barely came down to her belly button. Before she could say anything, a blue, lacey baby bonnet was put on her head and tied under her chin. She was then set down, and Mai glared angrily at SOL's light, affixed to the ceiling like the other rooms. She decided enough was enough and was ready to lay into the perverted AI. "Listen here, SOL." Mai began firmly, even though she looked like a New Year's Eve pinup. "I don't know what you're thinking, but I'm..." Mai suddenly felt pressure in her lower stomach, stopping her sentence. It didn't take her long to realize what was happening since she hadn't used the bathroom once since coming into the house. She looked around for the toilet and found it on the far side of the bathroom. Mai carefully walked towards the toilet, focusing almost entirely on holding in her pee. She was halfway to the toilet when she sneezed, and that one sneeze caused her to wet her diaper. "Oh no..." Mai groaned. Seeing this, SOL came to the only logical conclusion. If Mai liked wearing diapers, didn't feed herself, clean herself, and actually used her diapers, then that could only mean that she was an adult baby, incapable of fending for herself. Realizing this, SOL deactivated Mai's command responses, and the arms moved towards Mai. "There, there, Baby Mai." SOL said, attempting to sound parental but coming off as pandering. "Uncle SOL is here to help change your diaper." "What?!!" Mai called out in horror. "No! No, you've got it wrong! I'm not a baby! This was just an accident after a long list of misunderstandings!" SOL didn't listen, and the arms gently pushed Mai down, so that she was lying on her back. She tried to get up again, but the arms held her down by her shoulders as a third arm came up and patted her head. Mai struggled as hard as she could, but it was no use. The house was just too strong. "Stop it!" Mai shouted. "Let me go! I'm not a baby! I'm a full grown woman!" The third arm shoved a purple pacifier into Mai's mouth. She spat it out, but it got shoved back in before a fourth arm came up and used a strap to tie it around Mai's head, leaving her only able to release muffled protests. The extra arms then removed Mai's used diaper and through it down a chute that appeared out of a wall. They then cleaned Mai's crotch and butt, making her moan again. Then a new diaper, with the same Harpy Lady design as before was unfolded and set under her butt as the third arm had lifted her ankles high into the air. After that, she got another helping of baby powder, making her sneeze again, before the arms lowered her butt into the diaper, and it was folded over her groin and taped up. Mai cried behind her pacifier gag as the arms picked her up and carried her out of the bathroom. She couldn't believe this. Yesterday, she was a voluptuous woman, and now she was an overgrown baby. She couldn't bare to see what her new house did to her next. Mai was carried to the living room where she was put into a giant baby walker. The TV then turned on and was showing classic Looney Tunes. Mai knew she could move in the circular contraption but didn't want to make a break for it since she didn't want anyone to see her like this. "Now you play, and Uncle SOL will prepare lunch for you and then put you down for a nap." SOL said. Mai groaned in frustration and watched the TV. The cartoons included Baby Bottleneck, Gorilla My Dreams, and Apes of Wrath, convincing Mai that SOL was mocking her. She sat there with her arms crossed until an hour later when Mai was brought back to her high chair and strapped in. This time, the arms brought down a plate of spaghetti. Mai sighed with relief over the fact that the house still let her eat normal foods. The arms removed her pacifier before they twirled the spaghetti with a fork, and Mai ate it. It tasted excellent, and she finished the plate as easily as her omelet. Then the arms brought the milk out, and Mai reluctantly let it put the nipple in her mouth as, if it thought of her as a giant baby now, it would not be above spanking her. Once her bottle was finished, Mai burped, and the arms picked her up and carried her up the stairs, past her room, and brought her to a nursery at the end of the hall. Inside, everything was big enough to fit Mai as she was wrapped up in a blanket, put into her crib face up, and had her pacifier stuck into her mouth. Rather than spitting it out this time, she sucked on it. She knew that her only hope of escaping permanent babyhood would be to fix the house, so she needed to play along until she could work out where the control room was. With these thoughts in her head, Mai went to sleep, sucking on her pacifier. To be continued...

Here's my new story, dedicated to my friend Daymare who's going through some hard times. Hope you and he all enjoy this. 😏 Mai walked into her new house that she bought with the winnings from her last tournament. It was a white two story house in a nice countryside, not far from Domino City. Thanks to not having used the winnings from her previous tournaments thanks to the unpleasantness with Dartz, she didn't even have a mortgage. This pretty place was all hers fair and square. Plus, the best thing about the house was that it was a prototype smart house made by Schroeder Corp, having apparently branched out from just being a game company. Mai looked around like an excited toddler, ready to see what her new house could do. "This place already looks good, but I'll have to do some decorating." Mai said aloud to herself. "The place looks a little bare." "Welcome home, ma'am." A robotic voice said, making Mai jump. "Who said that?!" Mai asked in alarm, and all she saw was a red light on the ceiling. "I'm the AI system for your house, ma'am." The voice said as the light dimmed and lit up in time with the voice. "You may call me SOL." "SOL?" Mai asked. "Yes." SOL said. "Satisfactory Obediant Lifeline. I am programed to make living here as easy and enjoyable as possible for you, Miss Valentine." "Oh." Mai said with a smile. "Well, you can start by making a sandwich for me." "Yes, ma'am." SOL said. "Making a sandwich for you." Mechanical arms came out with bread, cheese, and ham. The arms were silver and had silver balls at various intervals that allowed it to bend however it needed to. The hands were covered by white gloves like a cartoon character. The arms expertly made the sandwich and gave it to Mai. Mai took the sandwich and ate it as she smiled and became almost giddy at what she had just witnessed. "This is great!" Mai said. "I can't wait to be pampered by this thing!" "Yes, ma'am." SOL said. "Pampering you." Suddenly the arms came down and shoved Mai down so that she was lying on her back. The arms then removed Mai's skirt and panties. "Hey!" Mai shouted. "What do you think you're doing?!" "Pampering you, Miss Valentine." SOL said. The arms then held Mai down while another set of arms came down with a large disposable diaper. The diaper was unfolded, and yet another set of arms came down and lifted up Mai's legs, allowing the second set to set the diaper down where her butt would be. The second set of arms then brought out baby powder and showered it on Mai's butt, groin, and stomach, making her sneeze a little. The arms then folded the diaper over Mai's groin and taped it closed. The arms then let Mai up as she looked at herself and groaned. She had made it to the finals of Duelist Kingdom and Battle City and was now wearing a diaper. However, she shrugged it off since everything has glitches. "Meh." Mai remarked. "It could've been worse." After that she headed to the living room and sat on a red velvet couch where she channel surfed until she found a marathon of Disney cartoons. Mai decided to watch them since she had nothing else to do today. She had a good time watching the classics, including Modern Inventions, where she found Donald's antics much more understandable than she probably would have on any other day, and eventually yawned. "Wow." Mai groaned. "I'm more tired than I thought. Where's the bedroom? "Up the stairs, Miss Valentine." SOL said. "It's the second door on your right." "Thanks, SOL." Mai said. She headed up the stairs and went into the second door on her right to find a lavish bedroom with a queen-sized bed. Smiling happily, Mai took off her jacket and boots. Standing there in just her tube top and diaper before getting into bed and going to sleep. As Mai slept, SOL went through the events of the day to better serve Mai. Since she hadn't taken the diaper off, that must mean she liked wearing diapers. That would also mean she liked sitting in a high chair while she ate. SOL then began digital measuring Mai. He had a lot of work to do. To be continued...

Glad you liked it, though as I mentioned when Ishizu woke up from her dream, it had been long enough that her hair had grown back... Unless I forgot to mention it. If that's the case, good point.

Thanks. I thought it would be a good way to have a darker ending without leaving it hopeless.

Here's the final part of the story. 🥴 Suddenly, Ishizu woke up with a start. She looked around and found herself sitting in her bed. However, this was not her room. Instead of the bookshelves that lined her walls, it was a forest displaying some of the more popular Duel Monsters like Flame Swordsman, Magician of Faith, and the Harpie Lady Sisters. Ishizu got out of the bed, utterly confused but relieved when she saw that she was in her normal attire. That museum must have all been a crazy dream. Ishizu turned around and examined the room to figure out where she was when the Flame Swordsman suddenly poked Ishizu in the butt, causing her to shriek in shock. She turned to face the Flame Swordsman when the Magician of Faith came up and hit Ishizu in the head with her staff, knocking her out. The Harpie Lady Sisters then came out and picked Ishizu up, two of them holding one of Ishizu's arms each, and the main one holding Ishizu by her shoulders. They then flew through the wall into a dense forest, though Ishizu couldn't explain how and was still groggy from the blow to the head. When Ishizu awoke, she was in a stockade that bound her wrists in place and forced her to remain seated. In front of her was a Cyber Commander, to her left was a Mystic Elf, and to her right was a Kaibaman. She shook her head, unsure what was going on and half wishing she was back in the museum. "All rise for the honorable Judgeman." A Dark Magician said plainly. Just then, a giant podium appeared with the Judgeman on it. He banged his gavel and glared at everyone. He seemed entirely in control, and Ishizu felt increasingly unsafe around him. "Let us begin." The Judgeman said in a grand, gravely voice. "Prosecution may go first." "The prisoner is charged with being utterly unable to make her own decisions." Kaibaman said loudly. "She has only ever made decisions based on visions provided by the Millennium Necklace and has proven unhelpful since giving it to one, Yugi Moto." "I object!" Mystic Elf declared. "My client may have overused the Millennium Necklace but has been able to be an active member of society in the four years since Battle City." "Order!" The Judgeman called out as he banged his gavel. "Order, order! Has the jury reached a verdict?" Ishizu looked and saw a Dark Magician Girl, a Kiwi Magician Girl, a Chocolate Magician Girl, an Apple Magician Girl, a Lemon Magician Girl, and a Berry Magician Girl all stand up, with Lemon Magician Girl helping Berry Magician Girl to her feet. All six looked determined, and Ishizu couldn't help but worry. She wanted to say that Kaibaman hadn't proven his point but found herself unable to talk. At this she looked around, pleadingly, but no one headed her. "We find the defendant guilty." Dark Magician Girl said. "Then this court sentences the prisoner, Ishizu Ishtar, to the Youth Machine!" The Judgeman said before banging his gavel again. "Yes, sir!" The Cyber Commander said before flipping a switch. Suddenly, the stockade holding Ishizu's wrists opened, and Ishizu fell through a trap door into a beige cube that was attached to an old machine with various fluids in tiny cylinders next to it. Once that was done, the Dark Magician blew a horn. "Time marches backwards!" The Flame Swordsman called out. Outside the machine, the Time Wizard pointed his staff at the machine. It began whirling, and the liquids began bubbling. All the while, Ishizu could only sit in the machine, horrified about what it would do to her. She looked around the cube, looking for a way out when she saw a small hole to her right. She looked at it, and a boxing glove punched her in the face. She slammed into the wall opposite the hole and looked on in shock, wondering where the boxing glove came from when another glove punched her in the back of the head, coming from a hole that matched the first one. After that, the two gloves punched the sides of Ishizu's head for a minute before a big weight slammed down on her as she felt the bones in her legs get crushed. Once the weight lifted, Ishizu shook her head and looked at herself. Her legs had been squished down to the proportion of a baby's legs, along with her torso, leaving her dress much too long for Ishizu. Suddenly, Ishizu felt something grinding against her butt making her scream as an egg beater was rolled against her butt, causing her to leap into the air, half screaming, half laughing. During this, her dress was caught in the egg beater and torn off, leaving her in just her underwear, her shoes, and her tiara. Once she slammed back into the ground, a mechanical arm came out of the hole on her right and pulled on her nose until letting go, causing her to fly into a chair that had popped out of the ground, and she was secured by clamps around her neck and wrists. An arm from the left hole then removed Ishizu's tiara, and an electric razor came up from behind the chair and shaved Ishizu completely bald within half a minute. After that, a mechanical arm came from the ceiling with a frosting tube and sprayed a black lock of hair onto Ishizu's head that curled upwards. Before Ishizu could do anything else, her shoes, panties, and bra were removed by mechanical arms, and needles filled with the liquids Ishizu saw were prodded into her arms and feet, causing them to shrink and contract until they were baby-sized too. Next, a device with a mouth guard and plastic domes was brought up to her. The domes were placed over her breasts, and the mouth guard was put into Ishizu's mouth, fitting perfectly over her teeth. Then an arm held her nose, and Ishizu was forced to suck on the rubber nipple she could feel with her tongue as she ended up drinking her own breast milk, shrinking her breasts down to nothing and causing her to develop baby fat all over her body. After that, Ishizu was released from the chair and began crying as baby powder was sprinkled over her butt, and a cloth diaper was brought down and used to flip Ishizu onto her back before being wrapped around her pelvis. Then a stapler was used to secure the diaper, and Ishizu just kept crying, especially when a baby bottle full of milk was rubbed against her face. Ishizu was absolutely miserable, both from the pain and the humiliation. She wished that the museum dream had been real. At least then, she'd have a hope of escape. Ishizu suddenly woke up with a start. She was in a dark room, and at this point, she wasn't sure what was real and what wasn't. She ran her hands through her hair and her tongue around her mouth. She still had all of her teeth, and her hair was its usual length. She sighed and dropped her arms to the ground as her left hand found something. She felt it and realized it was a pacifier. Pulling off her covers, she felt her crotch and realized she was in three diapers and a pair of plastic pants. She immediately realized that the Youth Machine was the dream, and the museum was reality. The hypnosis must have put her into a deep sleep for a long while considering that her hair had fully grown back. Then, to her horror, she felt herself use her diapers. She had become completely un-potty trained. Realizing defeat, Ishizu leaned back and cried loudly. Just then, the Nanny came up and turned on the lights, making Ishizu realize that she was back in her own room, with the Egyptian designs, but put off by a giant changing table and Ishizu's bed was a giant crib. "Well, hello, sweetie." The Nanny said as she removed Ishizu's diapers and began cleaning her. "Mommy can tell by your face that your big girl brain is back. Sadly, there are no new clients, but plenty of people love watching you. You're Mommy's little star." Ishizu groaned at that as the Nanny moved on to setting down three diapers. The Nanny then began powdering Ishizu's butt and stomach. This caused Ishizu to sneeze like always, but she made no attempt to struggle this time as by this point, she needed diapers, just like a big baby. "And since you still need to make a living, you can finally go back to work, and every time you come back, Mommy can play with you all she likes." The Nanny finished. The Nanny then wrapped the diapers around Ishizu's pelvis and secured them with the same two safety pins on each side. The Nanny then shoved a bottle into Ishizu's mouth, and she began drinking it. She decided to play it safe and call Kaiba for help once she got to the museum tomorrow. Hopefully, that would be the end of this. The End?

Thanks. Like I said, the event the Nanny mentioned is covered in my story, Téa and the Duel Conveyor.

Here's part seven. Hope you enjoy it. 😖 The Robot Nanny brought Ishizu to a nursery with a hot pink floor, sky blue walls, and a bright green ceiling. Aside from a playpen, walled off by a baby fence, Ishizu noticed another Automatic Changing Table and another Robot Nurse Maid nearby. Ishizu also saw another one of the high chairs she was stuck in earlier. She was aghast at dealing with all of these headaches and the Nanny at once. "Why are you doing this to me?" Ishizu said after spitting out her pacifier. In retaliation, the Nanny put another bottle of milk into Ishizu's mouth, and she had no choice but to drink it. Every gulp built up the pressure in her stomach as she was finding it harder and harder to stop herself from using her diaper again. She also couldn't help but admit that the milk tasted good, and she couldn't help but drink it even though she knew she shouldn't. "Well," the Nanny began. "It all goes back to my mistress. She was a relic hunter who hit on hard times ever since you and Marik reconnected. Eventually, she got a job in human trafficking for childless couples. Of course, she found the idea of kidnapping children deplorable. But she appreciated the challenge of taking a young adult woman and mentally regressing them to the state of babies before sending them off to her clients. A few weeks ago, she challenged your friend, Téa to a game of Duel Monsters where the loser would be sent to her client. Sadly, my mistress lost the Duel and was sent off to her new life, and Téa escaped, eventually. However, my mistress thought of that. If she were to fall victim to her creations, then you would be brought here to be made into Nanny's little baby forever! Cameras have been recording you since you entered the museum, and the footage is being sent out to all of the mistress' former clients. If they like how we make babies, they'll e-mail us, and we'll bring others here the same way we brought you. However, unlike you, they'll be sent to new mommies and daddies, and you'll be mine forever. Why, even Mommy's kisses assured that since they slowly but surely weaken your bowel muscles and bladder. You'll be my little baby girl forever!" Ishizu's eyes widened, and she swung her head this way and that. She couldn't let the Nanny turn her into a baby, but she couldn't stop herself from drinking the milk, and the Nanny had a firm hold on her. She wasn't going anywhere. "Now it's time for your nap, Ishizu." The Nanny said after Ishizu's bottle was finished. Ishizu was then placed into the Robot Nurse Maid as the clamp for it immediately closed around her waist, and her stomach gurgled ominously. Ishizu was then forced onto her back as the clamp retracted, leaving Ishizu stuck in the buggy with her head lying on the pink pillow. The Nanny then wrapped Ishizu in the pink blanket and patted her head. "You can't do this!" Ishizu shouted. "Not to me or anyone else! Let me--" Before Ishizu could finish her rant, the Nanny shoved Ishizu's pacifier back into her mouth. Unable to spit it out after everything she went through, she sucked on it while the buggy rocked back and forth while it sang another lullaby. This time, however, after everything Ishizu had gone through, she fell asleep almost immediately and without a fuss. When Ishizu woke up, she rubbed her eyes with her hand and sat up. The clamp was gone, but the Nanny was still watching her with its singular eye, and Ishizu groaned at it. She lifted up the blanket and saw that the position of the pins that held her diapers together was different. After a moment of thinking, she realized she had used her diapers in her sleep, and either the Nurse Maid or the Nanny had changed her diapers. Realizing this, Ishizu began crying, dropping her pacifier again, until one of the arms of the Nurse Maid put another bottle of milk into her mouth, and she drank it reluctantly, which by now had become her default state. As she drunk her milk, the buggy began rocking again. Eventually, Ishizu finished the milk, and the arms began tickling her. Ishizu laughed against her will with pitiable crying occurring between her bursts of laughter. At this, the Nanny came up and took Ishizu out of the Nurse Maid, and Ishizu could only pant. The Nanny then flung Ishizu into the air, making her scream in panic. "Whoopsie-daisy!" The Nanny said while Ishizu screamed. The Nanny caught Ishizu as she gasped again. She wanted to tell the Nanny to stop, but between her tickle torture and repeated forced feedings, she was still catching her breath. As such, the Nanny tossed Ishizu into the air and caught her several more times until eventually, Ishizu felt her diapers grow heavy, and she looked down in shock. Almost before she had realized it, she had wet her diapers. Realizing this, Ishizu began crying again, harder than ever over the thought that she was now officially a baby. Hearing Ishizu cry, the Nanny immediately stopped tossing Ishizu around and brought her to the Changing Table. The Nanny set Ishizu on top of the table and pulled a lever, causing the arms to come up and hold Ishizu by her arms. Already overwhelmed, Ishizu began wailing until the Nanny put her pacifier back into her mouth, and she immediately began sucking on it. The Nanny then removed Ishizu's diapers and thoroughly cleaned her privates. After that, the Nanny poured what felt like the whole bottle of baby powder onto her as Ishizu sneezed from behind her pacifier. The Nanny then set down three new diapers and powdered Ishizu again before wrapping the diapers around her pelvis as always and securing them with two safety pins on each side. This time, however, the Nanny brought out a yellow diaper cover, the same shade as the straps keeping Ishizu's mittens and booties on, and pulled it over Ishizu's diapers. Ishizu looked at herself in the mirror, and between her outfit, shaved head, and bloated physique, she looked exactly like a giant baby. Realizing that she was already falling into the roll the Nanny wanted from her, Ishizu leapt off of the table and crawled towards the only door she could see. She would have tried running, but with her hard it had been to walk in her triple-layered diapers earlier, she knew crawling was her only chance. She had almost reached the door when the Nanny extended her arms out and grabbed Ishizu by her stomach and pulled her back into her embrace while her one eye glowed red. "Naughty baby!" The Nanny scolded. "Mustn't try to run away. Now Mommy needs to punish you." Ishizu braced herself for a spanking, but instead, the Nanny brought her to the high chair and was placed into it before the tray snapped into place, pinning her arms like before. The Nanny then brought out a baby bottle full of an amber liquid. The Nanny then pulled out Ishizu's pacifier, but instead of debating the deranged machine, Ishizu kept her mouth shut. "You've been a bad, bad baby." The Nanny said. "But maybe some tough love will correct that. First, some castor oil to keep you regular." Ishizu kept her mouth shut and turned her head this way and that, not wanting to find out what the Nanny's idea of regular was. Eventually, one of the arms of the high chair appeared and pinched her nose. Ishizu held out for as long as she could, but she eventually opened her mouth for air, and the bottle was shoved into her mouth, and with her deep breath, she already gulped down a large amount of the oil. Gagging at the taste, she tried to spit the oil out, but the Nanny kept the bottle firmly in her mouth. The hand let go of her nose, and another arm came out of the high chair, and together, they moved Ishizu's cheeks in and out, which forced her to drink down the rest of the bottle despite her muffled protests and the rumbling of her stomach. Eventually, the bottle was taken out, and Ishizu's pacifier was shoved back into her mouth. All the while, her stomach gurgled and rumbled, and she knew she'd need yet another diaper change soon. "Next, some sorely needed re-education." The Nanny said, much to Ishizu's horror. A screen then popped down from the ceiling with various, swirling pastel colors that Ishizu couldn't help but look at. She tried to turn her head away, but the chair's arms held her head in place, and she found that she couldn't even close her eyes. It was as if the screen was showing a show she couldn't help but watch, and she began sucking on her pacifier, completely calm for the first time all day. "You are a baby." The Nanny said softly as if her voice was coming from the part of her bonnet that covered her ears. "You don't need toilets, only diapers. The only clothes you need are what your mommy dresses you in. You only need your bottle." This message repeated again and again until Ishizu's eyes glazed over. At that moment, she used her diapers and was sitting in soggy padding, but what did she care? She was just a baby. She just needed her diapers, and she needed Mommy to change them. To be continued?

Yup. It's gonna be the big one.

Here's part six. Hope you like it. 😭 The Robot Nanny carried Ishizu to a green conveyor belt with glass walls on the sides. Ishizu looked ahead, but she could only see a black box in the distance. She also saw the walls go from a plain creme color to pink and sky blue at the point of the conveyor belt's entrance. Ishizu knew this had to be the entry point of the nursery the Nanny kept mentioning. However, she remained nervous about entering without any clear way of getting out. "Don’t worry, sweetie." The Nanny said calmly. "This won't be like our building in America. You won't be going anywhere without Nanny." At that moment, Ishizu realized she was trapped in some sick human trafficking operation. That would explain why all of the inventions she saw were conveniently adult-sized and why everything treated her like a baby. Ishizu struggled to escape, but the Nanny just set her on the belt, and it propelled forward, causing Ishizu to fall onto her back. In only a minute, she came up to the black box. She tried to crawl away, the best she could do with her triple-layered diapers, but the belt just sped up, and she entered the black box. Inside, Ishizu nervously looked around. It was a dark void with the only lights coming from the entrance of the box and the exit. Suddenly, yellow mechanical arms with the same ball-jointed design as the Nanny and wearing white gloves on the hands came from the walls and ceiling. The arms pulled Ishizu onto her knees and took off her bonnet and diapers, much to her humiliation. The arms then expertly removed her bra, which just made Ishizu angry. She then spat out her pacifier. "Let me out of here, you perverted museum!" Ishizu shouted. "You cannot treat people like this! I'll have this whole enterprise shut down as soon as--" The arms then shoved the pacifier back into Ishizu's mouth and brought out a strap. The strap was secured to the sides of the pacifier and wrapped around Ishizu's head, making sure she couldn't spit it out again. Ishizu, for her part, continued to groan and shout as the arms released her, and she fell onto her back again. The belt then carried her to a mannequin without arms, and with a purple business suit on. Its head resembled an older woman. Yellow mechanical arms like in the black box came out of its shoulders, and the arms moved Ishizu onto her stomach. The left arm then held her in place by her back. "Suck on your pacifier." The mannequin said in a sterner version of the Nanny's voice. Ishizu refused. Suddenly, she was spanked by the right arm. Ishizu refused to obey the command despite the pain to her already sore butt. After fifteen minutes, Ishizu accepted defeat and began sucking on her pacifier. The arms then turned Ishizu onto her back and tickled her stomach, making her laugh. After another fifteen minutes, the arms moved her back into her stomach and held her down. "Suck your pacifier." The mannequin said again. Ishizu then realized what was happening. The belt, specifically this section, was conditioning her to associate her suckling instinct with joy and relief, so that she'd be easily pacified by the Nanny and whoever else was involved with this place. Ishizu refused, and again, the mannequin spanked her. This time, it only took ten minutes to give in. Then the arms moved Ishizu onto her back and tickled her stomach again, still for fifteen minutes. Then she was back on her stomach. "Suck your pacifier." The mannequin said again. Ishizu did her best to resist, but she capitulated after only five minutes of being spanked. She was then tickled again for another fifteen minutes. She was then moved onto her stomach again and instantly got worried about another spanking, sadly realizing that the conditioning was working. "Suck your pacifier." The mannequin said again. Not wanting another spanking, Ishizu gave in and sucked on her pacifier. The arms then moved Ishizu onto her back and tickled her again for another fifteen minutes. Once that was done, Ishizu was moved back onto her stomach as the belt carried Ishizu forward, as the dejected girl just sucked on her pacifier. Ishizu next arrived at a station with water jets on the sides. On the ceiling was a large panel with several holes in it. As she moved forward, the jets fired water on Ishizu, causing her to shriek from behind her pacifier. Then powder fell from the holes, coating Ishizu in what she quickly realized were soapy suds. Mechanical arms like the rest of the belt came down with brushes. One removed her pacifier, and the rest of the arms got to work cleaning and scrubbing every inch of Ishizu clean as she shrieked, groaned, and gagged as the brushes even cleaned her mouth. Eventually, the cleaning stopped, and the air dryers at the end of the section blasted her with hot air, leaving her completely dry. It also left her skin very sensitive, much to Ishizu's concern. The belt then carried Ishizu off as she was now lying on her back again. At the next station, the arms brought out a powder puff and patted Ishizu's stomach and groin with baby powder. Another arm got under Ishizu and flipped her onto her stomach, making her shriek before the powder was applied to Ishizu's butt. Ishizu was then moved forward, still crying over the indignity of being flipped like a pancake. Then Ishizu's face hit a rolling pin, causing her to fall onto three cloth diapers that were already lying there. Mechanical arms then folded the diapers around Ishizu's groin and secured it in place with two safety pins on each side. Ishizu groaned at being back in diapers, especially after a new bright green baby bonnet was tied onto her head and matching booties and mittens were put on her and tied in place by yellow straps over her wrists and ankles. Finally, a green bib with the Eye of Wdjat on it. She was then carried on to the next section, fuming this time rather than crying since she was right back in diapers, and now the museum seemed to be mocking her with the bib. Ishizu then arrived at a station that resembled a gas station with a mechanical arm holding a hose with a baby bottle nipple at the end of it. The hose was attached to a cylinder of milk that read "five gallons" on the side. Alarmed, Ishizu tried to roll over and crawl away, but before she could even turn around, the arm shoved the nipple into Ishizu's mouth, and her retrained suckling instincts took over, and she began drinking. Having already been fed four times now, Ishizu was already unreasonably full, but she couldn't help but continue drinking the milk until she became incredibly bloated, almost as if her baby fat had grown back. "Oh no..." Ishizu whimpered as she felt her bloated stomach rumbling while she was moved to a new station. The station had another mannequin at it. This one in a pink dress and with a young, motherly face. Mechanical arms like the first popped out of its shoulders, and it held Ishizu over its shoulder with its right hand while the left hand patted her lower back. Ishizu tried to see if her feet touched the ground to make a run, or crawl, for it, but her toe was a good foot off the ground. Eventually, Ishizu burped, and the mannequin put her back onto the belt as it moved her to the end where the Nanny was waiting as she held her arms out. Before Ishizu was taken off of the belt, a mechanical arm came down with a stamp that had a pair of lips on it. It was applied to Ishizu's forehead and both cheeks as Ishizu felt a tingling feeling in all three places. The Nanny then picked Ishizu up and beamed at Ishizu. "Don’t you look adorable?!" The Nanny cooed. "Please let me out!" Ishizu pleaded tearfully. "I don't want to be a baby! I--" Ishizu's pacifier was shoved into her mouth, and she instantly began sucking on it. "There, there, Ishizu." The Nanny said softly. "Now let's get you into the nursery." The Nanny moved away from the belt as Ishizu fretted behind her pacifier. She was truly trapped now, and she couldn't even stop sucking on a pacifier. To be continued...

Thanks. The last few chapters are going to bring in a few other classics.

Here's part five. I hope you like it. 😰 The Nanny brought Ishizu to a high chair with a large black device in the back. The Nanny dropped Ishizu into it as mechanical arms like the Nanny's came out of the device and held Ishizu by her shoulders, keeping her from leaving. Ishizu struggled with all her might, but like with the Nanny, it was no use. "What seems to be the trouble, ma'am?" The chair asked in a high, masculine voice. "Baby Ishizu has been running around without any supervision, and she said a bad word." The Nanny said. "Give her the works." "The works?" The chair asked. "You betcha. Just what a misbehaving baby needs, the works." The arms then tossed Ishizu into the air, causing her to scream in panic. By the time she landed, she was upside down in the chair with her back to the Nanny. Before she could right herself, the tray of the high chair snapped into place. Trapped in the high chair with her butt exposed, the arms pulled down her diapers, brought out two hairbrushes and began spanking Ishizu, one brush for each cheek. Ishizu shrieked and shouted as another set of arms came up and removed the gold clamps keeping her hair in place. She wanted to ask what the chair what it was doing, but with the spanking continuing, all Ishizu could get out were cries of pain. After a few minutes, the lower arms came back with a bar of soap and a wet brush. Vigorously rubbing the soap against the bristles, a lather was worked up, and the brush was shoved into Ishizu's mouth, and she gagged at the taste of soap in her mouth. Between being spanked and having her mouth washed out, Ishizu could only let out gurgled cries pain and humiliation. After what had to have been half an hour, the arms with the soap brush disappeared. Ishizu heard a snap as the tray was unlocked, and the main arms of the high chair put her right side up before snapping the tray back into place. Ishizu looked around nervously. What more could the chair do to her? "Now for your haircut." The chair said as the arms came up with scissors and a comb. "What?!" Ishizu shouted in alarm. "Don’t give me that, baby." The Nanny said sternly. "If you had been nicer, maybe you could have had cute pigtails, but not now." "No!" Ishizu shouted in panic. "Stop! I'm not a baby!" Before Ishizu could protest any further, a yellow pacifier was shoved into her mouth, and she had no choice but to suck on it. The arms then got to work cutting Ishizu's hair until she had a boyish pixie cut. After that, the arms put the scissors away and came out with an electric razor. The arms then used the razor to shave off the rest of Ishizu's hair, and Ishizu could only cry behind her pacifier. Then, just as Ishizu thought it was over, the arms rubbed shaving cream all over head and shaved it off with a straight razor, taking off the remaining stubble. The arms then brought out a mirror and showed Ishizu that her head had been shaved bare like a newborn baby. Overwhelmed at the sight, Ishizu began sobbing as her pacifier dropped out of her mouth. Seeing Ishizu crying, the Nanny took pity on her and patted her bald head. This only made things worse for Ishizu as she knew full well that she was at the mercy of these machines. What was worse, and embarrassing, is that Ishizu actually liked sucking on the pacifier. "Oh, dearie." The Nanny cooed. "Let’s get you something to eat." "Yes ma'am!" The chair responded before the arms brought out a baby bottle of milk that was the same size as the second bottle the Nurse Maid gave her. "No!" Ishizu shouted in panic. "I'm already full! I don't need another bottle!" "There, there, darling." The Nanny said as the arms shoved the bottle into Ishizu's mouth. "You’re a growing baby. Of course you need your bottle." With the bottle stuck in Ishizu's mouth, and the chair's arms gently squeezing the bottle, Ishizu had to drink the whole thing. By this point, with three giant baby bottles being shoved down her throat, Ishizu could feel her stomach stretching out to compensate the excess food, causing Ishizu to fret and cry. Additionally, she felt the familiar pressure in her bladder and knew what was coming next, making her fret all the more. After another five minutes of drinking the bottle, Ishizu finally finished it, and once that happened, after trying with all her might to hold it in, Ishizu wet herself. Realizing this, Ishizu immediately resumed crying as the chair removed the tray and leaned back, causing Ishizu to fall over. The lower arms then lifted up Ishizu's legs as the tray slid into place at the end of the seat. The upper arms then held Ishizu in place by her shoulders as the middle arms removed her wet diapers and tossed them into a pail. After that, they pulled out baby wipes and cleaned Ishizu's groin. Ishizu couldn't believe it. For the second time that day she had wet herself like the big baby the machines thought she was. After she was cleaned, the lower arms let go of her legs. The middle arms then lifted her legs up as the lower arms brought out three cloth diapers and set them down where Ishizu's butt had been. The lower arms then sprayed Ishizu's groin and butt with baby powder, causing Ishizu to cough and sneeze again. After that, the middle arms let her legs go before the lower arms wrapped the three diapers around Ishizu's pelvis. The middle arms then secured the diapers with four safety pins, two on each side. With her diapers changed, the upper arms picked Ishizu up and set her down in front of the Nanny. She tried to run off again, but between her still aching butt and her triple layered diapers, she could only manage a crawl. As such, the Nanny easily picked Ishizu up and patted her back before she burped. "There we go, honey." The Nanny cooed. "Now let's get you to the nursery." "No!" Ishizu wailed. "Someone please get me out of here!" The Nanny, however, just stuck Ishizu's pacifier into her mouth, and thanks to all of her wailing, she instantly began sucking on it. Ishizu was trapped. With her diapers making it hard to do more than crawl, there was little hope of escaping the Nanny, much less this nursery she was talking about. As such, while the Nanny rolled away from the high chair, Ishizu could only cry behind her pacifier, dreading whatever tortures would come next. To be continued... Thanks. I just finished the next chapter, so you can see for yourself.

Here's part four. I hope you like it. 😨 Ishizu continued to run, losing ground every second. Eventually, she saw a corner on her left and ran around it. She then saw a tan object only a few feet in front of her. Not caring about what it was, Ishizu lept into it and pulled a pink blanket over herself. She heard the whirl of the Nanny's wheel and stayed under the blanket, hoping against hope that the Nanny wouldn't notice her. After a few moments, the noise of the Nanny's wheel faded away. Relieved at first, Ishizu also heard the whirl of a motor. She popped her head out and realized to her annoyance that she had jumped into an adult-sized baby buggy. The tan buggy had pink sheets to match the blanket she had been hiding in and a matching pillow. She looked at the plaque near her right and barely made out the name, Robot Nurse Maid. "Oh no!" Ishizu said angrily. "I'm not going through this indignity anymore! I'm going home!" Ishizu stood up and made to hop out of the buggy when a metal clamp came out of the back and closed around Ishizu's stomach. The clamp then pulled her back down into a sitting position. "Uh-uh." The Nurse Maid warned in the same voice as the Nanny. "Baby fall." "For the fourth time," Ishizu shouted. "I'm not a baby! Now let me out of this mad house!" Ignoring Ishizu, a circular hatch in the front opened, and a pair of mechanical arms like the Nanny's came out of the hole. One was holding a beige baby bonnet. The free arm removed Ishizu's head piece, much to her anger and the other arm then put the bonnet on Ishizu's head as both arms tied it up in a bow under Ishizu's neck, securing the bonnet to her head. "Hey!" Ishizu shouted angrily. "Give that back!" The arms did no such thing. Instead, the buggy began rocking back and forth while "Rock-a-bye Baby" began playing over speakers above Ishizu's head and on either side of her. "This is ridiculous!" Ishizu said. "I'm not tired!" Just then, one of the arms came back with a rattle shaped like a Mystic Elf. The arm waved it in Ishizu's face as it made the obvious rattling sound. Ishizu shoved the rattle away, annoyed at the museum's obsession with treating her like an infant. Finally taking the hint, the arm put the rattle away and tickled under Ishizu's chin. "Coochie-coochie-coo!" The Nurse Maid cooed. Ishizu did her best not to laugh, not wanting to encourage the buggy, but the buggy seemed to take that as a challenge. The arm then tickled Ishizu's belly for several minutes before she had no choice but to laugh. Desperate to get away, Ishizu kicked her legs out this way and that until the other arm came out and removed her shoes along with the first one. The first arm then held her right foot by the heel as the second arm wiggled her big toe. "This little piggy went to market." The Nurse Maid said before moving on to the next toe. "This little piggy stayed home. This little piggy had roast beef, and this little piggy had none. This little piggy went..." The arms then tickled both of Ishizu's soles going, "WHEEWHEEWHEEWHEEWHEE!!!" "All the way home." The Nurse Maid finished. Ishizu couldn't help but keep laughing until she realized that the buggy had literally cheered her up by tickling her as if she was a real baby. At that point, Ishizu's laughter turned to crying. She wanted to go home and to have these nightmare inventions be a distant memory, or better yet a bad dream. Knowing all to well that this was real, Ishizu cried louder and harder. "Aw." The Nurse Maid cooed. "Baby hungwy?" "W-what?" Ishizu asked in confusion. One of the hands came back, holding a large baby bottle that seemed to be filled with milk. The arm then shoved the bottle into Ishizu's mouth and with no other options, she began drinking it. After several minutes, Ishizu finished the milk as she burped loudly, holding her stomach. She was surprised at how filling the milk was. Then she became alarmed when she felt pressure in her bladder. "Mommy!" Ishizu said, hoping to appeal to the buggy's delusions. "I need to use the potty." "No, no, sweetie." The Nurse Maid said. "Baby's too young to use a potty." Enraged at the continued insistence that she was a baby and hellbent on not using her diapers, Ishizu let out a scream to wake the dead as she struggled to get the clamp off. The arms came back holding the Mystic Elf rattle, but Ishizu just moved to punch it. Just then, an alarm rang, and the free arm held Ishizu's head down, leaving her butt sticking in the air while the other arm put the rattle down and spanked Ishizu several times on her butt before letting her up. At this, Ishizu began crying again. "Aw..." The Nurse Maid said. "Baby wants more?" "No!" Ishizu wailed. I want out! I want to go home! Please let me--" Another, bigger bottle was shoved into Ishizu's mouth, and she was forced to gulp down what had to be a gallon of milk. Once she was done, Ishizu burped even louder than before and wet her diapers. Realizing this, Ishizu began crying again. She had officially used her diapers like a big dumb baby. If any of her friends heard this, she'd never be able to show her face again. The arms then came back and took off Ishizu's wet diapers before cleaning her privates. Afterwards, they pulled out a pair of clean cloth diapers and lifted up Ishizu's legs. The arms then set the diapers down under where Ishizu's butt had been. "There, there." The Nurse Maid cooed. Mama fix. She's Mama's little lamb, she is." The arm not holding Ishizu's ankles then grabbed a bottle of baby powder and sprayed it all over Ishizu's butt, groin, and stomach, and everywhere else considering how Ishizu was positioned. Suddenly, Ishizu realized that at some point, the clamp had let go of her waist, and she struggled to free herself from the buggy's grip. "No, no." The Nurse Maid warned. "Hold still." "Just let me go!" Ishizu shouted. "This is all a big mistake." "There, there, darling." The Nurse Maid said as she let go of Ishizu's legs and wrapped the diapers around her pelvis. "Mama kiss, make it better." The arms then pinned up the diapers, one on each side like before. The arms then sprayed Ishizu with more baby powder as she coughed and sneezed before jumping out of the buggy and running forward for a few minutes. Once she was out of sight of the buggy, she stopped. Ishizu panted as she looked herself over and sighed. She'd give whoever sent her that postcard a piece of her mind if she ever found them. All of a sudden, Ishizu felt herself get lifted up, causing her to shout in alarm. "Here you are!" The Nanny said, her one eye still glowing red. "You’re in big trouble, young lady!" The Nanny then wheeled off with Ishizu as she struggled and failed to free herself. She didn't know how the Nanny would punish her, but she knew it wasn't going to be pretty. What's more, now that the Nanny had caught her, there was little to no hope of escaping. "Help!!" Ishizu shouted desperately into the empty halls. "Somebody please help me!!" To be continued...

Why not both? 😁

Here's part three of the story. Hope you like it. 😧 Ishizu ran as fast as she could from the Robot Nanny. She looked back and saw that it was further back than before. However, her experience playing Duel Monsters had taught her that often the best strategy was to hold back until the time was right to go all out. It was a strategy she had used in her Duels with Marik and later Kaiba. However, Kaiba taught her that there was always a way. She looked back again, and the Nanny was further back, looking like an orange speck. Eventually, she came to a wall with a path forward and one to the right. Near the path forward was a silver table with a green top. Ishizu hid next to the machine, squeezing herself as close to the wall as possible. The Nanny arrived and looked around. Ishizu held her breath, hoping the Nanny didn't have any of those inferred scanners she heard people talk about. Thankfully, it seemed that the Nanny didn't have one of those and simply moved forward, much to Ishizu's relief. After a few moments, she walked out of her hiding spot and sighed with relief. She stretched when her arm hit the lever at the front of the table and knocked it down. Ishizu's attention was pulled to the table when she heard a distinct pop. Jumping at the sound, she turned towards the table, finally noticing a sign in front of it that read "Automatic Changing Table". Already aware of what she might have done, Ishizu tried to edge away from the table when orange mechanical arms like the Nanny's came out. Ishizu tried to run away, but the arms grabbed her by the waist. The front opened up, and the arms shoved Ishizu into it as she screamed in panic. The inside was pitch black as Ishizu felt that she was laying on a podium when she also felt her diaper, diaper cover, and the remains of her dress being torn off. "Hey!" Ishizu shouted. "What do you think you’re doing?!" Her butt and groin were then thoroughly wiped with a baby wipe, making Ishizu shriek in shock. Eventually the wiping was finished as Ishizu felt the podium rumbling. Suddenly, the podium shot up, bringing Ishizu to the top of the table and making her close her eyes from the sudden bright light. When she opened them, she saw the table's arms holding Ishizu by her ankles and brining up a bottle of baby power. "Oh no!" Ishizu said as she struggled to free herself. "I am not a baby!" Ishizu failed to free herself, and the table paid her no mind as another set of arms, these ones blue, set down two cloth diapers. The arms then powdered Ishizu's butt, and thanks to her struggling, the powder got all over her groin and stomach. The orange arms then released her ankles, and Ishizu moved to jump off the table, but the blue arms held her down by her stomach. The orange arms then came back with a powder puff and patted down the areas where Ishizu had been powdered. After that, the arms folded both diapers over Ishizu's groin and secured them with two safety pins, one on each side. The arms then set Ishizu down on the ground and patted her head as she groaned. Ishizu stood up with difficulty as the diapers she were now wearing were forcing her to stand bow-legged. Outside of her diapers and headdress, Ishizu was only wearing a beige bra, and she groaned. "I have never been so mortified." She said to herself. "Hello dearie." The Nanny said, causing Ishizu to turn and see her coming from the passage on the right, which her back had been to. "It’s been a fun game, but it's really time to get you to the nursery." "For the last time," Ishizu shouted in frustration and anger. "I'm not a baby you damned robot!!" At this, the Nanny's eye turned red, and she began rolling after her with her arms opened in a clear indication of danger. "I do not appreciate that language, young lady!" The Nanny said as she had already come halfway to Ishizu. Panicked, Ishizu ran through the corridor the Nanny had gone through before as she ran for dear life. Sadly, her double-layered diapers were stopping her from going too fast, and the Nanny was getting closer every second, no longer in a playful mood. To be continued...