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The next chapter might be a bit longer, but I do know that the one after that will definitely be longer than this one. Glad you're liking it.

Here's part 2 of the story. Hope you like it. 😦 As Ishizu ran, she looked back and saw that the Robot Nanny was catching up to her. Panicing, she saw an alcove nearby and leaped towards it. The alcove had two long metal poles sticking out of a platform and between them was what looked like a toddler's swing that you'd see on a playground that was suspended by elastic straps attached to the poles by the sides, one for each. Knowing she didn't have much time, Ishizu lept over the swing and crouched down, hoping that the swing and the platform would hide her. The Nanny came up, looked at the alcove, and continued forward. Sighing with relief, Ishizu stood back up. She looked and knew that getting out through either side would be a tight squeeze, so she knew she needed to go through the center. She stepped onto the platform as a bell overhead dinged. Suddenly, mechanical arms came from the ceiling and placed Ishizu into the swing, expertly threading her legs through so that her bare legs were dangling, only three inches from the ground. The reason they were bare was because Ishizu's dress had been scrunched up around her groin, cushioning her already diapered butt. A clamp then appeared around her waist from the top of the seat, trapping her inside as the arms disappeared into the ceiling. "What is this?!" Ishizu asked in horror and frustration. "This is the Baby Bouncer." A voice cooed from above, sounding like the Nanny. "Ready to play?" "No!" Ishizu shouted. "Let me out this instant! I'm not a baby!" Instead of releasing her, a pair of arms came from the podium and grabbed her legs. She was then pulled down. Ishizu heard the stretch of the elastic before she was released, and she flew up into the air. As she did so, she saw a second podium above her that was connected by the two poles, explaining where the first set of arms had come from. Ishizu worried about hitting the ceiling before she fell back down. From there, she flew up and down as if she had been strapped into a yoyo, and she was screaming the whole time. When she began slowing down, she sighed with relief until the second pair of arms grabbed her again and pulled her back down before releasing her, causing the whole thing to start all over again. This went on for a good eight minutes, and if Ishizu wasn't busy screaming from shock or groaning when the process started again, she'd have felt something odd happening to the part of her dress pressed against her groin, and she'd have heard the sounds of a sowing machine. Ishizu, for her part was more concerned with being trapped in a machine where she could very easily bang her head on the ceiling or break her legs on the way down. Eventually, the Bouncer stopped as she groaned, this time from how her stomach still felt like she was being bounced around. The arms then came down from the upper podium and grabbed her by her armpits as the clamp was undone. Ishizu was then lifted out of the Baby Bouncer and set down outside the alcove. Feeling cool air on her legs still, Ishizu looked down to see that the skirt of her dress had been turned into a beige colored diaper cover while she had been stuck in the swing. Confused, frustrated, and, admittedly, impressed by how the swing had enough room to do that, Ishizu just let out one more groan. "What more could happen?" Ishizu said. "There you are, dear!" The Nanny said, and Ishizu turned to see her coming towards her with her hands outstretched. "Mama's been looking everywhere for you!" Ishizu called out in shock and rushed off, heading down the hallway that was opposite of the alcove the Baby Bouncer was in and hoped she could double back and get out once she finally lost the Robot Nanny, still in hot pursuit of her. To be continued...

Thanks! I always appreciate it. I sure hope so.

Here's a new story set in the same continuity as Téa Gardner and the Duel Conveyor, but it's not a sequel. If you want to read that story, here's the link. https://www.dailydiapers.com/board/index.php?/topic/81617-tea-and-the-duel-conveyor/ Other than that, let's get started. 😕 Ishizu Ishtar arrived at the Museum of Modern Marvels and looked at the red neon sign. She was dressed in her usual beige dress that covered her arms and went down to her ankles and black shoes. She also wore a golden circlet around her head with an emerald set in the center. Her outfit stood out greatly thanks to her dark skin, black hair, and blue eyes. She looked at a postcard she had gotten anonymously that featured this exact building. On the back, a note said to meet inside. Confused, but with little else to do since the Pharaoh Atem's departure, Ishizu headed inside. She moved to pay the admittance fee but found that the turnstile that allowed entry didn't have one. Assuming she paid inside, she walked through. Inside the museum, Ishizu looked around, surprised by the myriad of machines that seemed less like modern technology and more like what people in the thirties thought technology would look like. Ishizu spent so long admiring the attractions, she failed to notice how she stumbled into an area marked "Child Care Devices". "Well, well." Ishizu said to herself. "What an interesting place." "Welcome, dearie!" A maternal voice said, making Ishizu gasp in shock. Ishizu looked and saw a boxy orange robot with one lightbulb for an eye, silver arms with ball joints acting as the shoulders and elbows of a human arm, matching hands, and a unicycle where a human's legs would go. The robot's torso featured a pronounced chest, and it was dressed in a stereotypical maid's uniform. It was also starring intently at Ishizu. "Um, who are you?" Ishizu asked nervously. "I'm the Robot Nanny, dearie." The Nanny said as it rolled over to her. "Oh." Ishizu said nervously as she backed up a little. "What do you need?" "I need you diapered, dearie." The Nanny said as she grabbed Ishizu by her waist and picked her up. "What?!" Ishizu shouted. "That’s absurd! I don't need diapers!" "Of course you do." The Nanny cooed as another set of hands came out of her back and undid the top of her dress as it fell open. "You’re just a little baby after all." The Nanny's torso then opened, revealing a changing table as the set of arms holding Ishizu set her down on it. Ishizu tried to jump off, but one arm held her down by her belly when the other arm lifted up the hem of Ishizu's dress until her butt and beige panties were exposed. Ishizu tried to struggle and free herself from the arms when the arm that had lifted up her dress pulled off her panties and lifted up her ankles, exposing her bare ass. The second pair of arms then lightly slapped Ishizu's bottom, making her gasp. "Stay still!" The Nanny said warningly, and Ishizu reluctantly obeyed. The Nanny's extra arms then pulled out a cloth diaper from her open chest and set it down under Ishizu's butt. They then grabbed a bottle of baby powder and sprayed Ishizu's groin, making her gasp and sneeze. The arms then wrapped the diaper around Ishizu's groin and secured it with a large safety pin through the middle. The arms then released Ishizu and put her on the ground. As Ishizu straightened out her dress, thankful that it seemed to cover the diaper, the Nanny's chest closed up, and the extra arms redid the top of her dress before disappearing into her back. Ishizu blinked at the bizarre situation she had just become involved in. She was a grown woman of twenty-two, and she had just been diapered by an overzealous robot. "Now let's get you to the nursery." The Nanny said as she reached out for Ishizu. "Oh no!" Ishizu said as she ran off with the Nanny following, causing Ishizu to look this way and that for an escape. To be continued...

Here's the final part of the story. Hope it was worth the wait. 🤤 Bridget sighed with satisfaction and reluctance as she noted it was Franziska's last day in the nursery prison. It had been a very entertaining six months. Wanting to see if there was any way to extend Franziska's torment, she checked the nursery's systems and found something. An email from the judge Franziska worked with that revealed that her nursery prison was approved. Bridget was elated, though confused since she hadn't applied for approval yet. Deciding to roll with it, she checked the nursery's incoming "charge" and looked on in horror. Her own name was at the top of the list. She couldn't figure it out. What had happened?! She needed to get out of the warehouse! She ran to the door and tried to open it, but it wouldn't budge. The door had locked itself. "Let me out of here!" Bridget screamed. "I can't do that, sweetie." The nursery explained. "You kidnapped Franny, assaulted her, and tortured her. Additionally with Franny being wrongly imprisoned, you're sentenced to life plus ten years." "W-what?!" Bridget asked in terror. "You’re mine forever." The nursery said, its maternal voice sounding more sinister by the moment. Just then, the floor underneath Bridget opened up, and she fell into the nursery prison. Bridget landed on the conveyor belt and immediately jumped off, rushing for the only door out of the nursery prison, which was completely inaccessible from the other end of the belt. However, just like with Franziska, the arms of the nursery grabbed Bridget and brought her back to the belt. The arms then kept a firm hold of Bridget's stomach as she struggled and screamed. "You can't do this to me!" Bridget screamed. "I built you!!" Just then, a pacifier was shoved into Bridget's mouth and tied around her head. She continued to scream and shout, but it did no good. She was moved into the red cube where she was stripped naked and spanked for what felt like an hour until Bridget could only cry, causing her to suck on her pacifier for comfort. Bridget was then brought out of the cube, naked, crying, and sucking on her pacifier. The belt then carried Bridget to the bathing area where she fell into the tub. The arms removed her pacifier and began scrubbing Bridget. She couldn't help but moan as the moisturizing soap was scrubbed across her skin, but that immediately brought her back to her senses. "Wealease me at once!" Bridget yelled, painfully aware that her mouth was already being numbed by the pacifier. "I'm your cweator! You wouldn't exist without me!" Before Bridget could protest any further, her mouth was scrubbed by the brushes, causing her to gag. After cleaning her mouth, the arms shoved her head under the water to clean her butt and groin. Once she was brought back up, Bridget cried in frustration before her pacifier was shoved back into her mouth, and she began sucking it again out of habit and fear. Bridget was then dropped down the drying belt as the dryers blew the excess water off of her before the towels roughly dried her like Franziska. The brushes then brushed her hair until it became incredibly frizzy. Bridget could only groan weakly from all the manhandling as the belt carried her forward. Bridget was then picked up and dropped into a barber chair. The towel was wrapped around her neck and the chair got to work, ignoring Bridget's muffled protests. "My, my." The chair said. "What unruly hair. Don't worry, baby. I'll take care of it." Bridget shrieked as the chair cut off her hair until she had a pixie cut. Next it was shaved away by the clippers as Bridget couldn't help but cry. Finally, her head was covered in shaving cream, and her remaining hairs were shaved away, leaving her completely bald. Bridget could only wail at this especially when her instant hair tube didn't arrive, meaning the nursery prison wanted her bald. "There we go, baby." The chair said. "Much better." Bridget was put on the final belt, on her stomach, and moved forward. She hit the rolling pin and was flipped onto her back. The arms then grabbed her legs and powdered her bottom, making her sneeze repeatedly, which made her take long sucks from her pacifier, ingesting much more of her mouth numbing solution. The arms then set down two cloth diapers and wrapped them around Bridget's pelvis. They were then secured by a safety pin on each side of the diapers. Seeing herself in a mirror, Bridget resumed crying as the arms resumed powdering her body, causing her to sneeze at the same time. Then the arms put Bridget in pink mittens and booties, tying them into place with a blue ribbon. Bridget Nurzey had been diapered, and her only hope of freedom was a pardon, and knowing Franziska, that wasn't likely. The arms then brought Bridget to the high chair and set her down in it. The tray then snapped into place, and the arms removed her pacifier. Bridget was still crying weakly. She was trapped here now, all thanks to Franziska. "Wet me out!" Bridget cried. "Pwease just wet me out of hewe!" "I'm sorry, Bridget." The nursery explained. "I can't do that. You've been very naughty." The arms then shoved a baby bottle into Bridget's mouth, and she was forced to gulp down the formula that would keep her nourished and destroy her figure. Bridget cried as she drank the formula. What made it worse was that the nursery shoved five more bottles into Bridget's mouth, and she had no choice but to drink them down. From the mirror, Bridget saw that she had developed a pot belly and flabby arms already, causing her to cry again once the bottle was removed. The nursery then shoved the pacifier back into her mouth. After that, the tray was removed, and Bridget fell onto her hands and knees before the arms lifted her up again. This time, Bridget didn't have the will to fight back, whimpering as they tied a pink baby bonnet onto her head and a matching bib around her neck. The arms then carried Bridget to the play area where Franziska was contentedly playing while the Robot Nanny watched from the corner. Franziska saw Bridget and laughed and pointed at her, causing Bridget to cry and shove Franziska down. Franziska began crying until the Nanny put a new pacifier into her mouth and spanked Bridget for an hour and a half while Franziska began stacking blocks. For the rest of that day, Franziska played with the toys and had her diapers changed while Bridget seemed to have gotten herself into a stricter program. She was confined to the robotic baby buggy and spanked for the slightest bit of misbehavior. While Franziska was being fed, she looked around the nursery, wondering what would happen next. Would she be let out? Was she trapped in the nursery forever alongside Bridget Nurzey? And if she was trapped forever, would Mommy shave her bald again? Franziska could only drink nervously, taking small comfort in the fact that Bridget was being spanked by the buggy for throwing her bottle away. Instead of the Nanny putting Franziska in her crib like usual, she instead rolled her to the high chair near the belt, making Franziska confused and scared. She clung to the Nanny, not wanting to go through the conveyor belt again. The Nanny just patted Franziska's back comfortingly. "It's all right, Franny." Mommy said through the Nanny. "It's just time to say goodbye and be a big girl again." Franziska couldn't believe it. She bobbed up and down excitedly as the Nanny removed her mittens, booties, bib, and bonnet. She was finally getting out! She was so excited, she didn't even care what reverse processing would entail. She was then strapped into the high chair as she looked around excitedly. Just then, an arm came down with a baby bottle of chocolate milk. Franziska eagerly opened her mouth as she was given the bottle. Suddenly, she felt a gurgling in her stomach as she groaned loudly. The arms removed the tray and lifted Franziska up. A few seconds later, Franziska pooped her diapers until she could hear the squish. Franziska groaned in agitation. "What in the world did you give me?!" Franziska shouted before she realized that she was speaking normally again for the first time in four months. "The antidote to those formulas you've been exposed to, Franny." Mommy explained. "It fixes your numb mouth and removes your excess fat cells. The only drawback is that it's achieved by flushing your system." "It's worth it." Franziska said with a resigned sigh. The arms then removed her diaper and thoroughly cleaned her private parts. Afterwards, the arms powdered Franziska's butt and groin before wrapping a new cloth diaper around her pelvis, confusing Franziska, especially after the arms secured it with a safety pin through the middle. She looked at herself and saw the slender prosecuting prodigy she was when she came here... And she was wearing a diaper. "Why do I still need diapers, Mommy?" Franziska asked, not really caring about how she addressed the robot. "Well, you ingested a lot of laxatives, Franziska." Mommy explained. "You'll still need diapers for at least another month." Franziska sighed. Her own personal "souvenir" from the nursery prison. However, she had dealt with worse, and she could handle re-potty training herself. Finally, the arms expertly dressed her in the exact outfit she wore when this whole incident began. Franziska stood in front of the Nanny finally feeling like her old self again. She sighed and felt the material on her body before turning back to the Nanny. "What about you?" Franziska asked. "Oh, that's the best part." Mommy said. "This unit will accompany you home. Ordinarily it's to act as a live-in probation officer, but if you like, I could be a housekeeper for you as an apology for what you've been through." "That's perfect." Franziska said with a smirk. "Plus, I could use someone to... You know..." Franziska blushed a little as the Nanny patted her head. She looked up at her permanently smiling face. She couldn't help but feel safe around her. "I can attend to that too." Mommy said as she and Franziska headed off. Six months after returning home, Franziska returned to her apartment, awkwardly as she'd just had an accident on the way home from the office. Franziska had been told that once she could go a full month without wetting herself, she could go back to panties, but she was still a could days short. Mommy took Franziska and set her down before changing her diaper as efficiently as always. "You’re getting closer." Mommy said. "Perhaps you'll make it next month." "I suppose." Franziska said as she looked around her apartment. The past six months had brought interesting changes. The nursery prison was being used primarily for parole violations and so far, no one who left the nursery had committed any more crimes. Bridget Nurzey, naturally, was still there last she heard, being babied indefinitely. She also heard her hair was being routinely shaved off, which brought a smile to Franziska's face. However, she also missed the pampering she'd received in an odd way. "You know, it is a holiday weekend, and you did say we can wait until next month to start again." Franziska said with a smirk. "I'd love to, Franny." Mommy said. Mommy then stripped Franziska naked and put her in a bib and bonnet before picking her up and holding her close. Franziska stuck her thumb in her mouth and drifted off to sleep. It was good to relax once in a while. The end?

Thanks for the vote of confidence. I really appreciate it.

Nice idea. As such, it'd probably treat menstruation as a dirty diaper.

I don't know. Any ideas?

Here's part six of the story. Hope it was worth the wait. 😪 By the fifth month of Franziska's imprisonment, Bridget was ecstatic. While her hair had grown back, fully, with the nursery styling it into a pair of short pigtails, she could only say one word at a time. She then decided to unveil something that would add a nice cap off to Franziska's final month in the nursery prison. As she flipped a switch, she remained unaware of the computer going over Franziska's criminal record. As Franziska sat glumly in her buggy, she saw a robot approach her. It had a feminine appearance with lamp-like yellow eyes and red yarn for hair. She was dressed in a blue dress with an apron over it, and she had arms like the rest of the nursery. "Hello, Franny." The robot said. "I'm the Robot Nanny, here to take care of you." Franziska whimpered nervously. "Feeding time!" The Nanny said. The Nanny then held Franziska in her arms as a third one came from her back holding a baby bottle. The Nanny put the bottle in Franziska's mouth, and she reluctantly drank it down. Franziska teared up a little. Here she was, the famed prosecutor, dressed as a baby and being fed from a bottle. After the Nanny took the bottle out of Franziska's mouth, she held Franziska over her right shoulder and patted her back until Franziska burped loudly. This made Franziska even more despondent. She could do nothing else but let the Nanny baby her. "And now it's time for Franny's bath." The Nanny said as she stripped Franziska naked and put her in a bathtub. Franziska groaned as the Nanny gently but meticulously scrubbed Franziska clean. After she was thoroughly cleaned, Franziska was put in a towel by the Nanny and vigorously dried. Franziska was only feeling more and more despondent. "Home!" Franziska shouted through her tears. "Home!" "Now, Franny." The Nanny said. "Now is not the time." Franziska then cried as the Nanny put her back in her diapers, bonnet, booties and mittens, but left her chest bare. This frustrated Franziska all the more, and she began crying. She wanted to leave this hellish nursery and go back to her old life. "Now it's nap time." The Nanny said, picking Franziska up again. She then put Franziska in her crib as a tinkling lullaby played from the ceiling. "No." Franziska whimpered as she tried to stay awake. "No..." Franziska fell asleep. She dreamed of arguing with Edgeworth and Phoenix Wright in court. Franziska insisted that she was right when one of the arms of the nursery prison came down and shoved a pacifier into her mouth, and she was suddenly wearing diapers and a bonnet. Seeing this, Franziska immediately began crying. When Franziska woke up, she could feel that she wet her diaper and began actually crying. Immediately, the Nanny picked her up and gently rocked her from side to side. After a few moments, Franziska calmed down. "There we go." The Nanny cooed. "Everything’s gonna be just fine, Franny. Mama promises." The Nanny then set Franziska down and removed her used diaper before putting it down a chute. She then cleaned Franziska up with a baby wipe before covering Franziska's groin and butt with baby powder. After that, the Nanny wrapped three new cloth diapers around Franziska's pelvis and pinned them up with two safety pins on each side. Franziska continued whimpering until the Nanny picked Franziska up and rocked her back and forth. "There, there." The Nanny said soothingly. Everything’s gonna be just fine." "Mommy..." Franziska said softly before she drifted back to sleep. Inside the control room, Bridget was laughing triumphantly. She had finally broken Franziska von Karma, the "prodigy". She happily drunk some wine, unaware of the nursery computer sending the files it had accumulated to the judge, Phoenix Wright, and Miles Edgeworth. To be continued...

Thanks. Work's been hectic, so it might still be a bit.

Thanks. There's still a chapter between this and her comeuppance, but it's gonna be a doozy.

Me too!

Here's part 5. Hope you like it. 😰 After four months of watching Franziska suffer, Bridget was still enjoying the show. Especially since, for the past month, the nursery prison kept changing up Franziska's routine, keeping her on edge. By this point, Franziska could barely form simple sentences, and her hair had grown back, though much shorter than before, with the longest lock of hair having a pink ribbon tied around it. Bridget then decided to show Franziska another one of her inventions, a robotic baby buggy that acted as a nanny to whoever was in it. Smirking to herself, she pushed a button. Franziska was glumly playing with her blocks. She had just finished her laxative-laced chocolate milk and the diaper change that came with it. Just then, she heard a motor running and turned to see a tan baby buggy with pink sheets and a pillow. Franziska tried to edge away from it when the nursery picked her up and put her in the buggy. Franziska then looked around nervously. Just then, the buggy began rocking back and forth, and from a speaker, hidden at the top of the buggy, the buggy began singing "Rock-a-bye Baby". Having fallen asleep to such songs for four months now, Franziska immediately relaxed and leaned back into the buggy. She relaxed and smiled, almost forgetting that she was a prisoner. Just then, a circular hatch in front of the buggy opened up, and a mechanical arm like the ones that had been carrying Franziska around came up, holding a toy bee that made a whirring noise as it was shaken. Caught off guard by this, Franziska blew raspberries at the toy until the arm put it away and Franziska giggled triumphantly. The arm then tickled under Franziska's chin, making her smile before she leaned back again. The arm then tickled her stomach, making Franziska giggle and kick her feet. At that, the arm grabbed Franziska's right foot, and another arm came out and wiggled her big toe. "This little piggy went to market." The buggy began before moving to the next toe and so-forth. "This little piggy stayed home. This little piggy had roast beef. This little piggy had none, and this little piggy went..." The arm then tickled the sole of Franziska's foot, making her laugh again before finishing the rhyme with, "All the way home." Franziska then laughed, having a genuinely good time for once. She also looked at the buggy and wondered what else it could do. She was stuck here for another two months, and she was going to make the best of it. "Nanny!" Franziska called out, trying hard not to smile. "Me want bottwe!" Franziska then began crying. She then heard the hatch open and saw the arm come back with a baby bottle of milk. This caused her to smile broadly at her cleverness. "Aw," the buggy cooed. "Baby hungwy?" The arm then shoved the bottle into Franziska's mouth, and she started drinking. At this point, her suckling instinct was second nature. She then leaned back, holding her bottle in her hands. "There." The buggy said before the arm went back into the buggy. By the time Franziska was halfway through her bottle, it suddenly dawned on her that this was what Bridget wanted. If she accepted her fate as a baby, that lunatic would hold it over her head forever. She'd never be able to prosecute anyone ever again! She had to get out. She took the bottle out of her mouth and tried to step out of the buggy. Suddenly, a clamp from the back of the buggy came up and snapped around Franziska's waist before pulling her back into the buggy. "Uh-uh." The buggy warned gently. "Baby fall." "No faiw!" Franziska shouted. "I no baby! Wet me go! WET ME GO!!" Franziska tried her hardest to pull the clamp off, but it held firm. The buggy then brought the bee toy back out and wiggled it in front of Franziska again, but she moved to punch it. The buggy put the toy back and held Franziska's head down and gave her diapered bottom a few whacks before the arms went away, and Franziska screamed in anger, pain, and humiliation. "Aw..." The buggy cooed. "Franny wants more?" "No!" Franziska said angrily. "No, no, no!" Unfortunately, the arm came back, grabbed the bottle, and shoved it into Franziska's mouth. The arm held the bottle there, so Franziska had no choice but to drink the rest of the milk. The arm then pulled the bottle out as Franziska belched weakly. She also became painfully aware of another situation brewing as her stomach rumbled ominously. Before Franziska could even try and hold it in, she used her diapers. Once she had finished pooping and peeing in them, she cried and wailed until the arms gently pushed her down and removed her diaper cover and soiled diapers. The arms then brought out baby wipes and began cleaning Franziska's butt and groin, all while Franziska kept crying. "There, there." The buggy said as the arms threw the used wipes away and laid down three new cloth diapers. "Mama fix. She's Mama's little lamb, she is." One of the arms then grabbed Franziska by her ankles and lifted them up, so that the new diapers could be set down. Humiliated and upset, Franziska tried to wrench herself out of the arms' grip. However it was no use. "No, no." The buggy warned. "Hold still." Another arm came out with a bottle of baby powder and sprayed it all over Franziska's butt and groin, making Franziska cough a little. The arms then released Franziska's legs and wrapped the diapers around her pelvis before securing them with two safety pins on each side. Afterwards, they shoved a new, blue diaper cover over Franziska's diapers. And yet, during all of this, Franziska couldn't stop crying. "There, there, darling." The buggy said before picking up the baby powder bottle. "Mama kiss, make it better." The buggy then sprayed Franziska's whole body with baby powder, making her cough and sneeze for several minutes. Eventually, as Franziska continued to cry, a pacifier was shoved into her mouth, and she sucked on it, leaning back and covering herself in her blanket, hoping that when she woke up, she'd finally be out of this nightmare. She eventually fell asleep, still crying behind her pacifier. Bridget laughed at the sight of Franziska von Karma finally losing her resistance to the nursery prison and drinking champagne. She wished she had more than two months left, but she was enjoying herself greatly. Meanwhile, the nursery was going over Bridget's prison records, all while she remained blissfully unaware. To be continued...

Sorry for the wait everyone. Here's part 4. Hope you like it. 😣 After three months of being in the nursery prison, Franziska had reluctantly fallen into a pattern. She'd wake up, get her diapers changed, be fed breakfast, and deposited in the play area. Franziska still refused to play with anything as it was the only resistance she had left. Around lunch, she'd be fed again, set down for a nap, and, depending on if she'd used her diapers before lunch or not, changed again. Then she'd be given her bottle of laxative-laced chocolate milk and returned to the play area until dinner where she'd get fed once more, changed, and put to bed. That doesn't mean Franziska was complacent though. She argued and shouted at the nursery as much as she could, though it did little good. By this point, Franziska had become officially pudgy with baby fat throughout her body. The only bright spot for Franziska was that her hair had finally grown in, currently a sky blue shadow along her scalp. It itched a bit, but she was careful not to scratch it, or rub it considering the mittens on her hands, since she feared that the nursery would think she needed to be shaved again. Franziska awoke from her nap, happy that she hadn't used her diapers during her nap for the first time in a week. She sat up groaning when the arms picked her up and carried her to a feeding table, much to Franziska's surprise. "You've been so cranky, Mommy thought you needed a treat." The nursery said before bringing out a bottle of milk. "I don't want a bottwe!" Franziska wailed, having long-since stopped caring about her deteriorating voice. "I want out! Wet me out wight now!" Unlistening as always, the arms shoved the bottle into Franziska's mouth, and she had no choice but to drink it, crying softly over the state her body would be left in once she got out. Seeing her crying, one of the arms pinched her chin and wiggled it, cooing at Franziska, much to her annoyance as she finished her bottle, and the arms picked her up again. The arms carried her to the play area as usual, but instead of setting her down, the arms held Franziska in the air by her armpits. Franziska looked on with concern. Did Bridget finally get her fill and decide to let Franziska go, or what if the nursery was malfunctioning? If the latter, Franziska could be stuck here forever or the arms could accidentally tear her apart. Before Franziska could try and talk to Bridget, the arms flung her into the air as Franziska cried out in panic. "Whoopsie-daisy!" The nursery said as the arms caught Franziska as she groaned, both from annoyance and from a familiar pressure in her lower stomach. The arms repeated the process as they caught her again. Apparently,the nursery was still trying to cheer Franziska up. The arms then tossed her up again as her head nearly hit the ceiling before the arms caught her again. "Stop!" Franziska wailed. "I don't wanna pway!" The arms ignored Franziska and continued playing whoopsie-daisy with Franziska for several minutes. Each time, Franziska was tossed up, she felt her stomach gurgle ominously and continued to cry. Eventually, Franziska ended up wetting her diapers, and she bawled at the top of her lungs. The arms then set Franziska down on the changing mat and put a pacifier into Franziska's mouth to keep her quiet, and in her distressed state, she immediately began sucking on it. Meanwhile, the arms took off Franziska's diapers and wiped her clean before they powdered her butt and groin before wrapping two new cloth diapers around Franziska's pelvis. The arms then put a safety pin on each side to hold the diapers together. After that, the arms shoved a blue diaper cover over Franziska's diapers, making her whimper behind her pacifier. "And now your daily bottle." The nursery said sweetly, as if it were a treat. Not wanting to get changed again, Franziska moved to rush away from the arms, but she barely got onto her hands and knees before the arms picked her up and set her back in her high chair. The arms then pulled out Franziska's pacifier and held the bottle to her mouth, but Franziska quickly closed it, not daring to even argue. If this machine was malfunctioning, she wasn't about to let herself get any more incontinent. "Come on, Little Franny." The nursery cooed. "Open up. Come on!" As Franziska kept her mouth closed, another arm came down and held Franziska's nose until Franziska had no choice but to open her mouth to breathe. With that, the bottle of chocolate milk was shoved into Franziska's mouth, and she was forced to gulp it down like always. Once that was done, the bottle was pulled out of Franziska's mouth, and she could feel her stomach rumbling as she knew she'd need yet another diaper change before dinner. Realizing how trapped she was, on top of the fear of being stuck here forever, Franziska began wailing until the arms put her pacifier back into her mouth. The arms then took Franziska out of her high chair again and set her down in the play area. Horrified at the thought of a possible malfunction, Franziska finally broke down and grabbed a teddy bear, hugging it tightly. The arms then patted Franziska's head and disappeared, all the while, Franziska fretted at the sound of her churning bowels, hugging her bear for comfort and sucking on her pacifier. From her office, Bridget applauded. She had no idea how the nursery prison's AI had grown so advanced, but she thoroughly enjoyed its genius move to change up its routine and get Franziska frightened enough to capitulate and play with a teddy bear, if only a little. Plus whatever genius her invention showed reflected her own genius as she leaned back, smirking. She also wondered if it was time to unveil some other features of the nursery, unaware that the nursery was scanning her as she leaned back in her chair. To be continued...

Thanks. Work was draining, so I didn't have the energy, but I'll get started on the next chapter soon. Also, yes, Franny will get her hair back.

Yeah. Hopefully, you like the payoff.

Nice.

Definitely not a fun time. Plus she's got mittens covering her hands, so she can't even do that.

Here's part three. I hope you enjoy it. 😔 By the second month of Franziska's imprisonment in the nursery, she was beginning to lose her mind. At this point, Bridget's formula had caused Franziska to be properly bloated, with a protruding stomach, flabby arms and flabby legs. The lack of proper exercise had also left Franziska much slower than before, so she could hardly retry her escape attempt from last month. The only bright side was that a faint shadow on her head showed her that her hair was growing back. However, that didn't stop her from being embarrassed over being forced to use diapers for two months. As she sat at the play area, she realized that she needed to use the facilities, but she decided enough was enough and stood up, with difficulty, to look for a proper bathroom. If she was going to be stuck there for another four months, she was going to have access to a bathroom. However, her rumbling stomach reminded her that she may have waited too long already. She walked away from the play area with a slow, unsteady gait. Keeping to the walls like before, she followed it until she found a door with the silhouette of a woman wearing a dress to show Franziska that she had finally found the restroom, and with no time to spare as her stomach started to rumble again. She entered the door and found nothing there but diapers, safety pins, and baby powder. Seeing this, Franziska began to tear up angrily. "No!" Franziska shouted, stomping her foot. "No, no, no! I am Fwanziska von Kawma! I don’t need diapews! Fow the last time, take me to a toilet!" Franziska was so busy fuming, she failed to notice the arms open the door and come into the room. Before Franziska knew it, the arms grabbed her and brought her back to the play area. "It seems like Little Franny has forgotten that she needs diapers." The prison said ominously. "Mommy's just going to have to remind her." The arms then roughly put Franziska in her high chair and snapped the tray in its place. "No!" Franziska wailed, reminded of how she was becoming more infantile with each passing minute in the nursery. "No, let me go! I don’t need diapews!" Ignoring her, the arms brought out a baby bottle full of what appeared to be chocolate milk. The arms then shoved the nipple into her mouth, and thanks to her two months of feedings and mouth numbing pacifiers, she immediately began drinking. She tasted the chocolate milk and noted an odd aftertaste whenever she swallowed. "The laxatives in the milk will make sure you use your diapers." The prison said darkly. "You'll be getting one bottle a day for the rest of your sentence." Franziska let out a muffled scream, but the milk kept coming, and she was forced to drink it. Eventually, the bottle was emptied, and the arms pulled it away and released Franziska from the chair. She fell onto her hands and knees as the milk seemed to be already taking effect as she felt herself pooping her diaper. Embarrassed and horrified, she began crying like the big baby she was becoming. With that, the arms brought Franziska to the changing mat and took off Franziska's diaper. The arms then used wet wipes to clean her butt crack and the surrounding area before dropping the wipes down a chute and putting the dirty diaper in a pail. Franziska continued to cry as her butt and groin were sprayed with baby powder, making her sneeze, before a new diaper was brought up and wrapped around her pelvis. The arms then wrapped another cloth diaper around that before securing them both with two safety pins, one on each side. More infantile looking than ever now, Franziska continued wailing until another pacifier was shoved into her mouth, and she had no choice but to suck on it, continuing to cry angrily over her predicament. Especially since the pacifier would make her speech even worse than it was now. She hated how she still had four months in this damned nursery prison. From her office, Bridget smiled broadly. She had tricked Franziska again and made it, so that she'd need her diapers now more than ever. She was surprised though that the prison had decided to keep the laxatives coming until she left, but she didn't care. That just meant she'd need diapers even after she left. Bridget was so pleased with herself that she considered giving Franziska her special brand of hyper durable and absorbent cloth diapers... For a price. Bridget then leaned back and relaxed, enjoying the show. To be continued...

Thanks for the honesty, and I'm glad you're enjoying this. Glad to hear it. For the record, Franziska's a prosecuting attorney who was raised to seek perfection by her psychopathic father. As such, she became a prosecuting attorney like him, at the age of thirteen, and had a perfect conviction record until she met the protagonist of the story, Phoenix Wright. Afterwards, she was confronted by her rival, Miles Edgeworth and convinced to seek her own way rather than her father's. Though she's still obsessed with defeating Phoenix in court along with triumphing over Edgeworth. Also, her arrogance and prideful nature have left her very immature as whenever she loses a trial, she has a tendency to throw a tantrum like an overgrown child, despite being eighteen by the time we first meet her. She also carries a whip to strike at people that annoy her. Essentially, she's like Bulma with Vegeta's prideful obsession. Hope that helps, and also there are YouTube videos that cover the Ace Attorney series if you wanna give them a look.

Thanks. I’m glad you’re liking it.

Here's part 2 of the story. I hope you like it. 😠 After a month in the nursery, Franziska was fuming. Bridget's formula had caused her stomach to bloat out even more, and her arms had begun to get flabby. She was sitting in her high chair having breakfast. She still had only the one lock of hair, but she could feel fuzz on her head, thankful that her hair would start growing back sooner rather than later. However, she decided that enough was enough. Once Franziska's tray was removed, she jumped out and ran off. While she had slowed down with her mild weight gain, she had managed to gage how quickly the arms would respond and where from. Franziska narrowly avoided being grabbed by the arms and rushed along the wall, keeping close to it in the hopes of finding a door out of this madhouse. After a few minutes of hurried searching, she found a door and tried the knob. To her frustration, it was locked. Unwilling to give up, Franziska continued to try and open the door, but that was a mistake. After only a minute of struggling with the doorknob, the arms caught up with Franziska and grabbed her. "Naughty baby." The prison said sternly. "Mustn't try to run away. Now Mommy has to punish." "No!" Franziska shouted. "Stop! You don't understand!" The arms dropped Franziska onto a robot that strongly resembled Mia Fey, stomach first. The arms then ripped off Franziska's diaper and left the area. The mechanical Mia's left arm then held Franziska down as she then raised her right hand up. "My, my." The mechanical Mia said in a fair approximation of what she sounded like. "Little Franny's been a very naughty girl." "Oh come on!" Franziska shouted, all of her bravado having faded away by now. "I'm not a criminal! You can't keep me here!" Despite Franziska's insistence, Mecha Mia began spanking Franziska hard against her bare butt. Franziska shouted in pain and did so again and again as the spanking continued, with each slap from Mia's hand coming faster and harder. "Now, now Franny." Mecha Mia said calmly. You know you still have five months in your sentence." "I don't have a sentence!" Franziska wailed as she started to sob. "I was tricked into coming here! Let me go!" The spanking continued as Franziska cried louder and louder. Eventually, Mecha Mia stopped, and Franziska managed to calm down after a moment. Unfortunately, the moment she calmed down, she was angrier than ever. "Is Little Franny gonna behave?" Mia asked, her eyes glowing red. "I didn't do anything wrong!!" Franziska shouted. I've never done anything wrong in my entire life!" Just then, a whistle blew from overhead, and Franziska got another round of spanking, making her cry again. These spankings were just as long as the last round and even more painful. Once they stopped, Franziska was unable to calm down this time. "Stop it, you damned, crappy machine!" Franziska shouted through her tears. Just then, a brush from the bathing area came up and was dunked in a pail of water. After that, the brush was rubbed against a bar of yellow soap until it worked up a lather. Once that was done, an arm came down and held Franziska's nose until she had to open her mouth to breathe. With that, the brush began scrubbing her mouth, making her gag and spit from the soap suds her mouth was being washed with. "This can’t happen to me!" Franziska wailed after the brush was pulled back. "I'm perfect!" The whistle blared again as Franziska got another round of spankings. "HELL!!!" Franziska screamed through her tears before her mouth was washed out again. "OBJECTION!!" Franziska wailed. "I don't deserve this!!" At this, Franziska got another round of spankings while her mouth was washed out yet again. Eventually, Franziska was released from the robot and put on a stool in a corner of the room. She also got the bar of soap shoved into her mouth. All she could see in the corner was a timer that red "15 minutes". Seeing this, Franziska groaned and sat there with her arms crossed. After the fifteen minutes were up, the arms grabbed Franziska and put her in a play area with several blocks and stuffed animals. Franziska rolled her eyes. She hadn't played with a single thing since she got trapped in the nursery, so why did it keep bringing her here? She also noted that she was on a changing mat, reminding her that her pelvic area had been exposed for at least thirty minutes, causing her to blush badly. Before too long, the arms came down and powdered Franziska's groin and butt before wrapping a new cloth diaper around her pelvis and securing it with a safety pin in the middle like before. The arms then put Franziska's pacifier back into her mouth, and she began sucking on it out of habit. She then laid back and sighed. It seemed she was indeed stuck here for the full six months. From inside her office, Bridget laughed. She had put that door there purely to give Franziska a false sense of hope since it only led to a surprise she was saving once Franziska was fully broken. Bridget leaned back, sighing. It was good to be in charge. To be continued...

Thanks. Over the next few chapters, we'll see Franziska's slow decline into infancy. Plus there's I’m looking forward to the ending.

Thanks! Me too.

Franziska von Karma was in the Prosecutor's Office looking for cases when she saw a forty-five-year-old scientist with black hair, blue eyes, and dressed in a black dress with a white lab coat over it. Franziska squinted at the woman, having the sinking feeling she'd seen her before. "You don't remember me, do you?" The scientist asked. "I'm afraid I don't." Franziska said plainly. "I'm Bridget Nurzey." Bridget said. "You prosecuted me for illegal animal testing." "Oh yes." Franziska replied. It was the last case she took before coming to America to try and defeat Phoenix Wright and Edgeworth. Bridget had been subjecting various animals to a myriad of mechanical devices to "make life easier", but she hadn't bothered getting the approval she needed out of paranoia over being beaten to the punch. For her crimes, Bridget spent six months in prison. "I just wanted to thank you for helping me see the error of my ways." Bridget said. "In fact, if you’re not too busy, how about a drink at my lab?" "Interesting." Franziska said. She was aware that Bridget might try to do her harm, but she doubted that it would be anything she couldn't get out of, and then she could prosecute her for assault. "Lead the way, Bridget." The two women then walked off. After a half hour's walk, Bridget and Franziska arrived at a large building that looked more like a nineteenth century hospital than a laboratory. Bridget walked over to the door and opened it, gesturing for Franziska to go in first. Franziska cautiously did so, keeping an eye on Bridget while scanning the room with her eyes. Once the two were inside, Franziska couldn't help but be amazed. The interior of the lab looked perfectly sterile and organized. With bright florescent lights almost blinding Franziska. Eventually, her eyes adjusted, and she followed Bridget to a table with a tea set on it. Bridget sat down, gesturing towards a seat opposite her, and Franziska sat down and took the cup in front of her. "It's not poisoned, is it?" Franziska asked, half jokingly. "Now that would just be rude." Bridget said, chuckling. "In all earnestness, my breakthrough concerns you." "Me?" Franziska asked in confusion. "Well, your line of work." Bridget said quickly. "You see, during those six months in prison, I realized something. People weren't changing, at least not like they should have. As such, I wondered about what to do when it hit me. As children, we’re more prone to correcting our bad habits. So if prison could cause a similar state of mind, we'd have less repeat offenders." "So what?" Franziska replied. "You want to turn prison into a giant daycare, Dr. Bridget Nurzey?" "Exactly." Bridget replied. "It's why I built my new lab within this old, abandoned hospital. All the space and supplies I needed, and after five years, it's ready." "F-for what?" Franziska asked nervously. "Human testing." Bridget said with a smirk as Franziska stood up to escape, but Bridget pushed a button in the floor with her foot. The ground beneath Franziska's feet opened up, and she fell into the hole, screaming all the while. Eventually, she landed on a blue conveyor belt and groaned. She looked around and found that she was in a brightly colored room with pink walls, an orange ceiling, and a green floor. She also saw that the belt she was on led to a large red cube. "Oh, I will not stand for any of this!!" Franziska said angrily. Franziska then leapt off of the belt when a gray mechanical arm with two ball joints allowing for movement and a hand with a white glove on it grabbed Franziska by the neck and pulled her back to the belt. Franziska tried to get off the belt again, but the arm let go of her neck and held her down by her stomach. Franziska did her best to get out from under the hand, but its hold was too firm. "You made me lose six months of my life!" Bridget said over a loudspeaker. "Now you'll lose the next six months in my new Nursery Prison!" "You kidnapped animals to test out your inventions!" Franziska shouted. "You deserved your prison stint!" "Just like you deserve this stint for denying the world my genius!" Bridget replied. While this argument was going on, Franziska was sent into the cube by the belt. Once inside, more arms, like the one from before, grabbed Franziska and began removing all of her clothes. In a matter of minutes, Franziska's cravat, the sapphire broach that held it in place, her black gloves, her black vest and skirt, her white blouse with the poofy shoulders, her black leggings and high heels were taken off. Next, her bra and panties were removed too, leaving Franziska naked as the day she was born. Following that, Franziska was set back down on her hands and knees before one of the arms held her down by her back, and another arm began spanking Franziska. After several minutes, during which, she was spanked at least one hundred and eighty-two times, the spanking stopped, and Franziska was crying. "This was the baseline of your punishment." A feminine computerized voice said. "All future punishments will be far more severe." "You don't understand!" Franziska wailed. "I'm not supposed to be here!" "Of course you are, Little Franny!" The prison cooed as Franziska was rolled out, so sore from the spanking that she didn't dare to try and rush off. Then she saw a sign that read "BATH TIME", and she gulped nervously. The belt then came to a stop as Franziska fell into an oversized plastic bathtub for infants. She came up groaning again when more arms came down, each holding a scrub brush with soapy water. The arms rubbed the brushes against Franziska's body, causing her to call out in pain. "Stop this at once!" Franziska shouted. "I am not a baby you foolish--" Before Franziska could finish her insult, one of the arms rubbed its brush around Franziska's mouth, causing her to gag from the taste of soapy water. Once the brush was removed, Franziska spat the water out and coughed a little. "You can't do this to me!" Franziska insisted. "I am Franziska von Karma! The--" Once more the arms interrupted Franziska by shoving her head into the water which caused her butt to stick out in the air. More arms then began scrubbing her butt and groin. The arms then released Franziska as she pulled her head out of the water, gasping for air. "Are you crazy, Dr. Bridget Nurzey?!" Franziska shouted. "I could have drowned!" "That's why I haven't released it yet." Bridget's voice said, chuckling. "Who better to test it on than you, Franziska? By the way, the soap the prison uses is laced with a moisturizer I invented that makes the skin as smooth, soft, and tender as a baby's. What do you think?" Franziska begrudgingly looked at her arms and saw them shining with water. She brushed it away and felt how smooth and soft her skin was now, earning Bridget Franziska's begrudging respect. While Franziska was distracted, the arms grabbed her again and dropped her down a new belt that was in the middle of high powered fans. As she slid down the belt, the water was practically blasted off her. Franziska could only scream in panic from the sudden drop until the belt evened out, and the arms came back with brown towels. They roughly dried Franziska's body, causing her to nearly suffocate from when they dried her face and to shriek and groan when her butt crack was dried. Another arm came down with a brush and began brushing her hair while the other arms continued drying her butt and stomach. "There now." The prison said. "Little Franny's all cleaned." Franziska could only groan in response, having become very dizzy from being dried. She was in such a daze that she didn't notice the arms pick her up and bring her to a station marked "BARBER STOP". When Franziska was dropped into a brown, leather barber chair and strapped in, she quickly got her barrings and immediately began struggling, even as a towel was tied around her neck. "Hello, baby!" The chair said in a high, jovial voice. "Such a cute little baby! You'll look so cute when I'm done with you." Mechanical arms like the ones Franziska had dealt with at the tub and on the belt came out with a pair of scissors and began cutting Franziska's hair. Franziska watched in alarm as chunks of her hair fell this way and that in a haphazard sequence. "I beg your pardon!" Franziska shouted. "Release me at once! Help!! SOMEBODY, HELP!!" Once Franziska's hair was cut down to the point of a pixie cut, the arms brought out an electric razor and began shaving off the rest of her hair. "Ouch!" Franziska shrieked. "Stop it! Let me go!! Dr. Bridget Nurzey, tell this dumb chair to stop!!!" There was no response as Franziska's head was shaved bald, and the arms applied shaving cream to her head and used a straight razor to take off the rest of her hair. Feeling the breeze on her bare scalp, Franziska broke down and began crying. "Aw..." The chair cooed. "It's all right, sweetie. Now for the finishing touch." One of the arms came back with a frosting tube and squirted blue goo onto the crown of Franziska's head as it sunk into her scalp and became a lone lock of hair, much to Franziska's shock. "That's instant hair." Bridget said, angering Franziska. "Are you just using this contemptible place to shill out your useless inventions?!" Franziska asked angrily. "I could leave you bald." Bridget retorted, and Franziska quickly closed her mouth. "That's better." Bridget said with a sneer in her voice. When Franziska was released from the chair, she tried to run off when one of the arms grabbed her by the neck again and dropped her onto another belt. As Franziska groaned and rubbed her neck, one of the arms came down with a bottle of baby oil and squirted some onto its hand. More arms then came down and held onto Franziska's legs. "No!" Franziska wailed. "Don’t do what I think you’re about to do!" It was too late. The arm with the oil rubbed its two fingers into her butt hole. It made her moan and groan. Plus what was worse, she felt her butt grow numb, almost like the baby oil was a muscle relaxer, which considering the rest of Bridget's inventions it probably was. Once the arm pulled its fingers out, Franziska sighed with relief. The belt then moved forward, and Franziska hit a rolling pin, causing her to flip onto her back while the arms grabbed her ankles and powder puffs came towards her butt. The powder puff then began patting Franziska's butt, giving off the strong scent of baby powder. "Oh come on!" Franziska called out in agitation, especially considering what she knew would come next. More arms then set down a white cloth as the powder puff continued patting Franziska's bottom, making her sneeze. Eventually, the arms released Franziska's legs and wrapped the cloth diaper around her pelvis. Another arm with a pink safety pin then came down and put it through the middle of the diaper, holding the diaper together. Seeing her diapered bottom and seeing from her reflection in the metal that her lone lock of hair was curled, Franziska began to cry, slamming her arms and legs onto the belt while every inch of her body got patted by the powder puff. She didn't care anymore that she looked like an overgrown infant. She just wanted to go home. "Let me out!!" Franziska wailed. LET ME OUT!!" "Oh, but Mommy still has six months with Little Franny." The prison said. "Won't that be fun?" "NO!!!!" Franziska screamed. "Don’t worry, Little Franny." The prison cooed. "Mommy's here for you." The belt continued forward as Franziska continued crying. At the end of the belt, the arms grabbed Franziska's wrists and put black mittens on her hands before tying them on with pink ribbons. The arms then put black booties onto Franziska's feet, tying them on with the same pink ribbons. At this, Franziska finally stopped crying, remembering that she was the prisoner of a lunatic. "If Miles Edgeworth sees me like this, I'll never hear the end of it." Franziska moaned. The arms then carried Franziska to a high chair as her eyes widened in horror. "Oh, when's this going to end?!" Franziska shouted. "In six months." Bridget reminded her smugly. The arms then dropped Franziska into the high chair as she groaned. The tray then snapped into place, pinning Franziska's arms to her sides. Franziska struggled with all her might, but she just couldn't free herself. "You stupid bucket of bolts!" Franziska shouted. "What do you think you’re doing?!" "Feeding you, Little Franny." The prison said ominously as a clamp came up from the back of the chair and snapped itself around Franziska's neck, holding her head in place. A mechanical arm then came up and shoved a baby bottle of what appeared to be milk into Franziska's mouth. With no recourse, Franziska began drinking it down. To her surprise, she found that the milk was very tasty and surprisingly filling. "Another of my inventions." Bridget said over the speakers. "A special formula that provides anyone with all their daily nutrients. The only downside is that continual consumption of the formula causes bloating and eventually an exponential growth of fat cells." At this, Franziska tried to spit the bottle out, but the hands were holding it to firmly. Eventually, the bottle was emptied, and the arm removed it. Franziska gasped at that, feeling like her stomach was ready to burst. Franziska then caught a look at herself in a mirror as the arms cleaned up her face and saw that her stomach was protruding out a bit, giving her a pot-bellied look. Seeing this, Franziska wailed in anger and horror. Her perfect figure was damaged, and it would only get worse over the coming months. After feeding her, the tray of the high chair popped off, and Franziska fell onto her hands and knees, still exhausted from the formula. "What have you done to me?!" Franziska shouted at the ceiling, only getting a chuckle from Bridget. Just then, the arms moved to grab Franziska again as she tried to run away from them. She hoped that if she could escape, she could just lay low, work off the potbelly and wear a wig until her hair grew back. Unfortunately, the arms grabbed her by the neck again and hit her head with a small hammer, making Franziska go into a stupefied state. After that, Franziska began talking baby talk as a white baby bonnet was put on her head and tied under her chin. She was then put in a white baby dress that covered her arms but barely came down to the waist line of her diaper. Once that was done, Franziska was placed onto one more belt. After a few moments, Franziska shook her head and observed that she was back on yet another conveyor belt. Naturally frustrated by this she looked at the ceiling. She knew Bridget was somewhere up there, and she wasn't about to go down quietly. "When I get out of here, Dr. Bridget Nurzey, I will take great pleasure in making sure you are put back in prison and punished to the fullest extent of the law!!" Franziska declared angrily. "Oh, I'm so scared." Bridget said sarcastically. "By the time I'm done with you, you'll be lucky to have bladder control." Before Franziska could retort Bridget's claim, the arms grabbed Franziska and put her into a giant crib. Seeing her predicament, Franziska threw another tantrum, crying and waving her arms and legs in the air. She didn't know what was worse, being treated like a baby or acting like one thanks to all the abuse Bridget had put her through. "Nap time." The prison said softly. "I do not need a nap!" Franziska said definitely as an arm came down with a blue pacifier with string at the ends of the mouth guard. "I am an international prosecutor being held against my will, and I demand to be released!" The arm then shoved the pacifier into her mouth and tied the strings around the back of her head. With no other choice, Franziska sucked on the pacifier, tasting an odd liquid and assuming it was a laxative. Crossing her arms, Franziska sat there grumbling until she eventually fell asleep, still sucking on her pacifier. From a series of monitors in her office, Bridget laughed smugly at Franziska. She thought about how the liquid in her pacifier would slowly cause her speech to deteriorate, and she couldn't help but laugh. She then sat back and observed the sleeping Franziska in her crib. "This is going to be so much fun." Bridget said with a smirk, taking a drink from her cup. To be continued...