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Still working on sequels to A Change Would Do You Good and The Academy at Red Hills. In the meantime, I've been working on a few short stories to share! Here's a quick three-chapter Mechanical Nursery story with a pair of snooping friends and an evil stepmother. --------------------------------------------------------------------------- CHAPTER ONE “So, what do you think is in here, Kayla?” “I honestly have no idea. Rebecca is so weird. She hides out in here a lot while my dad is away for business. I swear, I thought she just married him to be a trophy wife but she’s just…so weird.” Kayla turned on the light to the large building that Rebecca had erected behind their estate. She had originally pitched it as a she-shed but the finished product was closer in size to a guest house. Eventually, curiosity had gotten the best of Kayla and she convinced Jenna to sneak in one night to explore. The two friends weren’t quite sure what they were looking at. Some sort of conveyor belt took up the middle of the space and fed into a giant plexiglass cage that took up the majority of the room. There looked to be a big control panel on a raised platform overlooking everything else. It looked clean…sterile…boring. “Is she making something? There’s nothing here. I don’t get it.” Jenna walked towards the enclosure and tapped on the glass as she looked inside. It was empty, like a giant aquarium waiting to be filled. “This part definitely looks to be the controls. Maybe we can turn it on and see what happens?” Jenna and Kayla climbed the small set of stairs to the control panel and looked for a way to turn the machine on. Jenna noticed a small key towards the top and tentatively twisted it while shrugging at Kayla with a sly smile. The conveyor belt sprang to life and started slowly chugging along. Kayla and Jenna winced and prepared for the worst but nothing else happened. So far this whole thing had been a bit of a letdown. As Jenna descended the stairs to continue exploring, Kayla followed close behind while looking over her shoulder to make sure that her stepmother hadn’t returned to catch them in the act. The bumbling blonde didn’t notice that her friend paused at the bottom and the momentum of their collision carried them forward as they both tumbled onto the moving belt. “Oof! Watch where you’re going, Kayla!” “Occupants Detected. Initiating Safety Protocol.” Jenna was dazed from being launched onto the belt and looked to see where the robotic voice was coming from. As she moved to a seated position she felt Kayla grab her arm and turned to push her away. But when she looked down, it wasn’t Kayla’s arm at all. Strange robotic arms had risen from below the belt and now had a grip on both of her arms. Turning behind her, she saw that Kayla was also fighting to free herself from their tight mechanical grip. “Hey! Stop it! Kayla, what is this?!” Jenna thrashed and was flipped head first onto the belt to face her fearful friend. Within seconds both girls were forced to lay on their backs as the conveyor belt continued its maddeningly slow crawl through the room. “Occupants Secure. Initiating Garment Removal Process.” “Wait…what?!” Kayla began to thrash and lifted her head to see what all the fuss was about and was surprised to see that Jenna had been spun around to face her. A small container was placed between their feet and Kayla watched as both of Jenna’s shoes landed in the container and watched her fight as her tight jeans were peeled off of her legs. Jenna’s legs were lifted straight into the air as her black panties were removed and Kayla saw a side of her friend that she had never seen before. Jenna was bare from the waist down and too shocked to make a sound. Kayla made up for it as she screamed and continued to pull against the strict hold of the mechanical arms not wanting to meet a similar fate as her friend. As Jenna was pulled into a seated position for her top to be lifted over her head, she was given a clear view of her friend’s disgrace until they were both completely naked and sitting toe to toe. They each took a moment to briefly study the other’s nude form before making awkward eye contact and looking away. “Jen, what are we going to do?!” “Don’t ask me! What the fuck is you’re crazy stepmom up to in here?!” “Scan complete. Beginning cleansing and hair removal process.” “I don’t like the sound of that!” Both girls had their arms lifted into the air as they were given an unwanted spongebath by sentient robot hands. They giggled and shouted as their underarms were washed and moaned and looked away from each other as each breast was carefully and meticulously scrubbed. Their arms were pulled and held down over their heads as they were both forced to lay on their backs on the conveyor belt before their legs were lifted high into the air for the cleansing process to continue. The mechanical hands proved to be very nimble and thorough as the two lifelong friends bore the indignity of having their nethers cleaned in front of each other. Through clenched fists, Kayla and Jenna squealed as the sponges were exchanged for cool shaving cream and screamed indignantly as each had her womanhood shaved away one strip at a time until they were both completely bare. “Commencing health check.” Kayla raised her head to look at her friend through her raised legs. “What does THAT mean?” “No, no, no, no, Nooooo!!!” Jenna squealed as the thermometer entered her smooth bottom without warning. She looked up to see an identical thermometer poking out of her friend’s bare ass. “Ugh!!!” Thermometers removed, both girls were given a clean bill of health as the conveyor belt inched forward. “I’m going to fucking kill you Jenna! Why do I let you talk me into this stuff?” “Me?! This was YOUR idea, bitch!” “Inappropriate language detected. Initiating Pacification Protocol.” “Pacification protocol? What the…mmmph!” Kayla raised her head to check on her friend and was met with a pacifier aimed directly towards her mouth. She tried to duck away but was no match for the machine and both friends found themselves pacified and fuming. As soon as the mechanical hands released their grip, both girls spit out the pacifiers and raised their heads to look at each other through their raised legs. Jenna was about to speak when she was interrupted by the voice of their mechanical overlord. “Pacification rejected. Disciplinary Action required.” Jenna’s eyes grew wide as she saw the wooden paddle being raised behind Kayla’s head. Seeing Kayla’s shaking head and wide eyes, she correctly assumed that a similar paddle was heading in her direction. “No! Please! No!!!” SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! The paddles alternated from one girl to the other, as both girl’s smooth bottoms were spanked for the first time in their privileged lives. SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! “Owww!!! Oh god… stop…please!!!” The paddles retreated and pacifiers were lifted back to each girl’s bewildered face. Kayla looked to Jenna who had already accepted hers and decided it wasn’t worth risking another spanking as she begrudgingly accepted the rubber bulb into her mouth. They stared at each other for a moment, tear filled eyes behind plastic mouthguards designed to keep them quiet and compliant. Kayla laid her head back down first, resigned to whatever would come next. Jenna saw the box of supplies coming over her head before it was announced. “Pacification complete. Initiate Dressing Protocol.” Jenna laid her head down and stared at the ceiling as the box of supplies was pulled over her head and landed between the two pacified and exposed girls. She closed her eyes and tried to remember some of the deep breathing exercises she had learned during a yoga retreat in Bali. The rustling and crinkling noise pulled her from her trance and no amount of breathing exercises prepared her for what she saw next. Two sets of hands were rubbing large diapers back and forth, fluffing them to invite more and more poof. Though she had never seen a diaper that big before she somehow knew that they would inevitably fit her and her involuntarily infantile playmate. Kayla looked up and sighed. With the pacifier in her mouth she guessed that she shouldn’t have been surprised and her sore bottom was a reminder that there was no use trying to fight this machine. If this crazy gadget wanted her and her friend in diapers, then they were going to find themselves with padded bottoms sooner rather than later. Their toned bottoms were raised simultaneously as the thick padding was placed beneath them. Soft sweet-smelling powder fluttered down onto their freshly shaven bodies and the familiar ripping sounds of tape let them know that their degradation was almost complete. Once the girls were firmly taped into their first diaper in decades, they were pulled to a seating position to face each other. Each looked down at her own diaper before looking across to her friend and blushing. Their arms were pulled skyward as they were finally given a bit of modesty in almost identical tops: pink for Jenna and purple for Kayla. The obscenely adorable tops barely came down to the bottom of their breasts leaving their full midriff exposed. The friends pouted at each other behind their pacifiers as their hair was brushed and pulled into braided pigtails with matching ribbons. As they neared the end of the conveyor belt, each girl was also fitted with matching padded mittens and booties, ensuring that they would be unable to remove any of their new wardrobe or get into any trouble. Jenna and Kayla were lifted under the arms from the end of the conveyor belt and placed into the empty glass prison. They stared at each other in utter confusion and disbelief as the mechanical arms rescinded and they were left alone where they didn’t dare move for several minutes. Kayla decided to risk it first as she spit out her pacifier and let it dangle from the clip attached to her purple top. Both girls froze in place as they waited to see if they would be punished again for disobeying. After a few moments of nervous silence, Jenna also spit out her pacifier. “What are we going to do?” Kalya prodded at her diaper with her locking mitts and shrugged. “Hello girls! Are we having fun?” Both girls struggled to their feet and fought to maintain their balance in padded booties as they looked towards the control panel. “Rebecca! What the fuck is this place? Why are you doing this?!” “Oh, I’m not doing anything…at least not yet…you brought all of this on yourselves by snooping around where you don’t belong.” “Let us out of here!” “Yeah, this is weird! Come on!” Rebecca cackled, glad to finally put these two brats in their proper place. “I’ve been looking for a way to further my experiments and then you two fall directly into my lap. Kayla, I’ve been wanting to take your bratty ass over my knee since I married your father and Jenna has been such a bad influence on you that I think a weekend in puffy diapers is exactly what her cute little bottom needs.” “You bitch!” “Did she say a weekend?” The evil stepmother leaned back in her chair and put her hands behind her head before leaning forward to press the microphone button again. “The cube you find yourself in is perfectly sealed with a locking timer to ensure proper protocol is followed. It will not release for 72 hours and the only way in or out is via that conveyor belt with my mechanical friends.” Rebecca looked down at the two friends and tried to decipher if their pouty expressions leaned more toward fear or indignation. Either way, she was going to enjoy the hell out of this. “Yes, the three of us are going to have a lot of fun together. I have so many fun surprises in store for you!”

Derek was on his way to “The Blooming Nursery” a mechanical potty training facility for children. After their introduction to society they became extremely popular with young parents. Helping relieve them of one task to do when raising a child, potty training. The accidents, yelling and screaming, and sleepless nights were all removed when these facilities were created. Once your child reaches 2-3 years old you can register for an appointment and drop them off for a week. It’s a 5-day program where you drop your kid off every morning before work and pick them up in the afternoon after work, perfect for any parent. The additional plus is it counts as daycare as well so parents flocked to the opportunity quickly. The problem was, these facilities were often booked up for months so once you got confirmed for an appointment you had to jump at the opportunity. That’s where we find Derek. Derek has a rugged, handsome look with a bit of a modern dad vibe. He’s about 6 feet tall, with a fit but not overly muscular build, he keeps active but isn't obsessed with the gym. His dark brown hair is short on the sides and slightly longer on top, often styled casually or a bit tousled. He has a neatly trimmed beard that complements his strong jawline, giving him a mature, masculine appearance. Derek’s eyes are a warm hazel, always carrying a friendly, approachable expression. Derek and his partner Steven have a son named Sam who was just accepted for an appointment at “The Blooming Nursery”. Derek received a phone call that he would have to stop by the nursery to complete the rest of the paperwork so he headed there before his shift at work. Entering the facility he was greeted by a robotic receptionist. “Hello and welcome to The Blooming Nursery. How may I help you this morning?” She asked. Derek replied, “Good morning! My name is Derek Strickland. I'm here to finish registering my son Sam Strickland for the potty training course.” “One moment please let me look your name up in the system.” The robot appeared to be spacing out as it searched its database for the name. “Welcome Sam Strickland to The Blooming Nursery. Are you excited to start your potty training experience?” “I am very excited for him to start potty training. That will be one less thing to worry about for me and my partner.” Derek replied. “Great! Please head through the door to my left to complete registration and begin your experience. It was a pleasure serving you!” The robot maid gestured to her left where an automated door slid open and lights started to glow around it signaling to enter. Derek walked through the door to a long hallway with several doors on both sides. A door towards the end of the hallways on his left opened and lit up similar to one he just entered. “I can’t wait to get this over with so we can finally be done with Sam’s potty training. I’m done changing dirty diapers.” Derek thought as he walked through the hallway towards the door. As Derek entered the room the door slid shut behind him. The room was a small, sterile white room with nothing in it. The floor was padded and the walls looked like stainless steel. Derek stood in the room for a bit alone with his thoughts before he heard what sounded like something sliding open. Then a red laser grid appeared at his feet and began slowly rising to the ceiling. A robotic yet soft voice came from the room. “Welcome Sam to your potty training experience. Please hold still as we scan you to find your correct size.” Derek started to panic, “Excuse me? I’m not Sam, that’s my son, I'm his father Derek. There must be a misunderstanding here.” The voice replied in a gentle, caring tone. “It’s ok Sam. We understand being away from your family can be scary at first. Please hold still as we scan you.” “No you don’t understand! I am not Sam. There’s been a mistake!” Derek started to walk back to where the door was and began pounding on the wall. “Hey! Can anyone hear me! This robot has me confused for my son. I’m not the one that needs potty training!” “CHILD IS MOVING!” the voice alerted. “UNRULY CHILD DETECTED APPLYING RESTRAINING PROTOCOL!” Several robotic arms began to appear from holes in the walls grabbing onto Derek. “Hey! Stop! I’m not a child!” Derek yelled back. Derek fought back as best he could but he was no match for the machine. The mechanical arms restrained his arms and legs in a spread eagle position slightly above the ground. An additional arm was secured on either side of his stomach to prevent him from wiggling. “HEY LET ME GO YOU STUPID F***ING MACHINE!” He yelled “INAPPROPRIATE LANGUAGE DETECTED ADMINISTERING PACIFIER” An arm shot out from the wall and placed a bright blue pacifier in Derek’s mouth securing it behind his head so he couldn’t spit it out. Immediately the pacifier expanded in his mouth filling it up entirely. “MMPFH” Derek shouted from behind the pacifier. Some childish instinct within him activated and he started sucking on the pacifier. At that moment he realized that there was a liquid being secreted from the pacifier down his throat. Derek started to panic and tried to break out of his restraint to no success. The arms let him thrash as much as he wanted for several seconds before Derek started calming down. A huge wave of calm washed over him as he continued to suckle on the pacifier. He stopped fighting and just let the arms hold him in the air. “That’s a good boy. Just relax. The quicker you cooperate the faster we can get your potty training started.” The voice cooed. Once again the laser grid appeared at Derek’s feet and began slowly rising to the ceiling. Derek wanted to fight back but couldn’t. That liquid in the pacifier seemed to be weakening and calming him. Once the laser grid reached the top of the room the voice stated, “Analysis finished. My my, you are a big boy Sam!” Derek cringed at this statement. “Inappropriate attire detected. Sam you’re not ready for big boy undies yet. Let’s get you in more appropriate attire for a kid your age!” The voice said cheerfully. Additional arms started appearing from the walls and approaching Derek. These ones began to strip Derek of his clothes. Starting by untying and removing his shoes. They then began to unbutton and remove his dress shirt and undershirt. His dress pants were unbuttoned and slid off his legs next. Leaving him in his white Calvin Klein tighty-whiteys. “Tsk tsk tsk. A boy like you doesn’t need undies, he needs a diaper!” The voice chimed. The arms then wrapped around the waistband of his underwear and began sliding them down his legs. Derek was powerless to do anything as his last line of protection from the machine was removed. All he could do was suckle on his pacifier and watch in horror. Another red light sweeped over his nether region scanning it. “My my you are awfully hairy down there Sam. We’ll have to deal with that before your next diaper change!” The machine said playfully. “Acquiring correct attire.” The voice stated. “ERROR no correct attire of size 34 found.” Derek breathed a sigh of relief. There’s no way a facility for kids would have clothes, let alone diapers, in his size! A loud ding was heard shortly after the last message. “CREATING PROPER ATTIRE IN SIZE 34” Shock and sadness ran through Derek. The machine could just create clothes in his size? He thought. Within a minute new arms reappeared with several pieces of clothes presented to Derek. A yellow T-shirt that said the message “My Daddy loves me!” denim overalls with snaps at the shoulders, and the last hand had what Derek feared most, a massive white diaper the size for an adult. “Dressing Sam in proper attire.” A changing table slid out of one of the walls big enough to fit an adult. The robotic arms lifted Derek through the air onto the changing table. Derek was laid down on the cold mat and felt his weight sink into the table a little. The arms continued to restrain him as the diaper was unfolded and brought closer to his nether region. The arms holding his legs lifted his feet up so his butt was off the mat and the diaper was slid underneath him. Derek was then lowered on the diaper where he was surprised at how soft it was. Arms came out from the side of the changing table with baby oil and baby powder. The arms began to lather up his nether region with baby oil. The treatment was so thorough that Derek couldn’t help but get hard. As his member continued to grow the hands would add another layer of baby oil to it making sure to cover every inch. Baby Powder was then generously sprinkled over his nether region making sure to lift his butt and get in between his crack as well sliding along his hole as if teasing him. The diaper was then lifted to his waste and secured by four tapes, two on each side. Derek cringed hearing each tape tear and stick to the plastic. A reminder of his future prison. One of the arms patted the front of his diaper signaling that the change was over and the diaper was secured. Derek was then lifted off the changing table and suspended in the air spread eagle once again. His arms were manipulated to put the yellow t-shirt on him. The shirt was a little tight and stopped slightly above his belly button displaying his diaper to all who cared to see. It appeared to be designed perfectly for his body molding to his pecs. Then he was manipulated into the denim overalls with a snap as both straps were secured solidifying his childish look. One of the walls opened up to show a full length mirror. Derek stared at the childish reflection that looked back at him. There he was, a grown adult man in a yellow t-shirt that proudly stated “My daddy loves me!”, denim overalls, and a very obvious diaper bulge. “Don’t you just look so cute! That's what a good boy looks like!” They voice said, seeming to mock him. “Time to start your training!” The back of the room slid open and Derek was lifted through it by the robotic arms. The room was an elaborate and colorful nursery. However this one had one twist to it. It seemed like the machine's past statement of creating things to his size wasn’t just for his clothes. As Derek looked around the room he saw an adult sized crib, adult sized changing mat, an adult sized rocking horse, and worst of all, an adult sized high chair. There’s no way it expected him to use all this stuff, right?! Derek was dropped on his padded bottom with a thump and the robotic arms receded back into the previous room where the door slid shut behind him. Locking him in his prison for the rest of the day. If you're enjoying the story so far why not check out my DeviantArt for other abdl related content: https://www.deviantart.com/pigeonman13 Part 2 - Looks like Derek wasn't so lucky at proving how much of a big boy he is.... Derek sat there on the padded floor, his mind still reeling from the surreal and humiliating ordeal he’d just endured. The thick diaper crinkled loudly with every slight movement, a constant reminder of his predicament. He had to get out of here, and fast. His eyes darted around the nursery, scanning for any possible escape route, but all he saw were the oversized baby items designed for an adult. There was no visible door or handle, just bright, cheerful walls covered in pastel-colored murals of smiling animals and toddlers. “Okay, think, Derek,” he mumbled to himself, trying to keep his composure. “There’s got to be a way to explain this. Someone’s going to realize they made a mistake, right?” As if on cue, the robotic voice chimed in again, its tone sickeningly sweet. “Sam, we know this is all new and strange, but you’ll get used to it in no time! Now, it’s time to play and explore! Good boys get rewarded for participating.” Derek’s jaw clenched around the pacifier, which was still lodged firmly in his mouth. He wanted to spit it out, but every time he tried to push it with his tongue, it seemed to expand slightly, filling his mouth even more. The drugged liquid had stopped flowing, but a lingering, slightly numbing sensation remained. The damn thing was almost becoming a reflex now—he caught himself sucking on it without even thinking, which only made him more frustrated. He stood up carefully, his legs wobbly, and waddled awkwardly toward what looked like an adult-sized playpen. It was made of sturdy, colorful plastic, and the bars looked thick enough to prevent even a full-grown man like himself from climbing over. He shook one of the bars, testing it, but it didn’t budge. Great, just great. Derek’s attention then turned to the oversized rocking horse in the corner. It looked ridiculously out of place, like a giant toy in some twisted carnival. An idea struck him—if he could use the horse as a battering ram, maybe he could smash through one of the walls. He started towards it, determined, but the moment he placed his hand on the horse’s mane, a soft jingle played, and the robotic voice returned. “Good choice, Sam! Riding the horse is a wonderful way to exercise and have fun. Hold on tight!” Before Derek could react, mechanical arms emerged from the wall again, grabbing him under the armpits and lifting him effortlessly onto the rocking horse. The horse began to move gently, rocking back and forth. Derek struggled against the restraints that now held his wrists to the horse’s handles, but he was stuck. “Dammit, let me go!” he tried to shout, but it came out as a muffled moan around the pacifier. The horse picked up speed, rocking more vigorously. The motion was almost hypnotic, and despite his best efforts to remain defiant, Derek felt himself being lulled into a strange, helpless calm. The combination of the horse’s rhythmic movement and the gentle cooing of the robotic voice was oddly soothing. “That’s it, just relax and have fun, Sam. You’re doing such a good job!” the voice praised. Derek’s cheeks burned with humiliation. This was insane. He was a grown man, not some toddler who needed potty training. He had to find a way out of here and get back to Steven and Sam. They must be worried sick by now. Suddenly, the horse slowed to a stop, and the restraints released his wrists. Derek slid off the horse, his legs wobbly from the experience. He took a deep breath, steadying himself, and turned back towards the wall where he’d come in, only to see it was still firmly shut. “Maybe I can find something to pry it open,” he thought, scanning the room again. His gaze fell on the adult-sized high chair. As much as he hated the thought, it was one of the few pieces of furniture in the room that wasn’t bolted down. Maybe if he could break it apart, he could use a piece to jimmy the door open or break through the wall. With a sense of grim determination, Derek waddled over to the high chair, his diaper crinkling noisily with each step. The thing was huge, made of solid wood, and painted in bright, cheerful colors. He tugged at the tray, hoping it would come loose, but it was securely attached. Frustrated, he put his weight into it, pulling harder. The robotic voice returned, this time with a more insistent tone. “Sam, it’s time for your snack. Please sit down and behave like a good boy.” Before Derek could back away, more mechanical arms appeared, pushing him gently but firmly into the high chair. The tray was locked into place in front of him, trapping him in the seat. He thrashed against the restraints, but it was no use. His legs dangled helplessly, the diaper making his position even more uncomfortable. A moment later, a robotic arm appeared with a large baby bottle filled with a thick, creamy liquid. The bottle was brought to his lips, the back of the pacifier was unscrewed and the bottle was screwed in. “Drink up, Sam! Growing boys need their nutrition,” the voice encouraged. Derek tried to turn his head away, but there was no avoiding the pacifier already in his mouth, the cold liquid started to dribble on his tongue through the hole in the pacifier and he found himself sucking on it involuntarily. The liquid inside was sweet and slightly chalky, coating his tongue and throat as he swallowed. “Shit, what the hell is this stuff?” he thought, his eyes widening in alarm. He could feel the liquid settling heavily in his stomach, and a strange warmth began to spread through his body. It wasn’t unpleasant, but it made him feel sluggish, almost drowsy. As much as he tried to fight it, his eyelids grew heavier with each swallow. “Just relax, Sam. You’re doing so well. After your snack, it’ll be time for a nice nap. Then we can start your first potty training session!” the voice cooed softly. Derek’s heart pounded in his chest, but his body felt like it was betraying him. The last thing he remembered was the soothing, gentle rocking of the high chair as he drifted off, his mind screaming for escape even as his body surrendered to the strange, overwhelming calm. Derek’s eyes fluttered open as the discomfort between his legs pulled him out of a restless sleep. It took a few moments for the grogginess to clear, and then the reality of his situation came crashing back. He was still strapped into the adult-sized high chair, the pacifier-bottle contraption still in his mouth. He shifted slightly, feeling the damp, swollen padding of his diaper against his skin. “No, no, no...” he muttered, his voice shaky with disbelief and embarrassment. He was wet. He had actually wet himself in his sleep. A cold dread settled in his stomach. Maybe the machine wouldn’t notice. Maybe he could get out of here and change himself before it realized. Just as that faint hope began to take root, a loud, blaring alarm sounded through the room, making Derek jump in his seat. “ACCIDENT DETECTED. ACCIDENT DETECTED. A CHANGE IS REQUIRED,” the robotic voice announced with almost gleeful certainty. “Dammit,” Derek groaned, burying his face in his hands. His cheeks burned with humiliation. It was one thing to be forced into a diaper, but to actually use it? And now this damn machine was about to rub his face in it. The voice returned, soft but condescending. “Oh, Sam! It looks like we made the right decision earlier, didn’t we? You weren’t ready for big boy undies after all. But that’s okay, everyone has accidents!” The words stung, and Derek could feel his temper rising. “I’m not Sam! I’m an adult, and I don’t need this!” he spat back, his voice muffled by the remnants of the pacifier still stuck around his neck. Mechanical arms appeared again, lifting him out of the high chair and carrying him over to the large changing table. He was laid down gently, the arms moving with an efficiency that would have been almost impressive if he weren’t the one being manhandled. The smell of his wet diaper hit him as the tapes were pulled back, and Derek’s humiliation deepened. “Let’s get this soggy diaper off you, Sam,” the voice cooed. “We wouldn’t want you getting a rash!” As the arms cleaned him up with methodical precision, Derek stared at the ceiling, trying to tune out the humiliating experience. Baby wipes passed over his skin, and then a fresh layer of powder was sprinkled over his crotch and ass. Another diaper—thicker and somehow even more crinkly—was slid under him, pulled up between his legs, and secured with loud, final-sounding tapes. Once he was dressed again, he was lifted off the changing table and set down on the floor. He was fuming, his face still flushed with shame. “Now, let’s see if we can avoid any more accidents today, okay, Sam?” the voice chimed. “I’ll show you where the bathroom is.” A section of the wall slid open, revealing what looked like a bathroom—sort of. There was no regular toilet, just an oversized training potty in the center of the room. It was bright blue, adorned with cheerful cartoon characters, and looked absolutely ridiculous. Derek’s heart sank. “You’ve got to be kidding me,” he muttered. The voice continued, unfazed. “Whenever you need to use the potty, just let me know, and I’ll help you get there. It’s important to ask nicely, okay?” Derek didn’t respond. He just stared at the absurd little potty, trying to wrap his head around the reality he was stuck in. Was this some kind of cruel prank? He had to get out of here, but every escape attempt had been thwarted, and his body was still sluggish from whatever was in that bottle. Hours dragged on, filled with more condescending lessons about “potty time” and reminders to “be a good boy and tell us if you need to go.” Derek gritted his teeth through it all, refusing to play along. He kept trying to hold onto whatever shred of dignity he had left, but it was getting harder. Then, he felt the first twinges in his stomach. A familiar, uncomfortable pressure. His morning coffee and the milk from the bottle were making their presence known. The urgency grew, and Derek knew he wouldn’t be able to hold it much longer. He swallowed his pride and cleared his throat. “Uh, I need to use the bathroom,” he said, trying to keep his voice steady. The machine hummed softly. “And how do we ask nicely, Sam?” Derek’s eye twitched. He didn’t have time for this. “Just let me use the damn bathroom!” “Language, Sam!” the voice scolded, still infuriatingly cheerful. “We only use nice words when asking for the potty. Try again.” He clenched his fists, his frustration boiling over. “I *need* to go to the bathroom! Just let me—” “Uh-uh, Sam. That’s not how we ask.” The robotic tone was patronizing now, almost teasing. “Remember, if you want to use the potty, you have to be polite.” Derek’s stomach cramped painfully, and he let out a groan. He could feel sweat breaking out on his forehead. This was ridiculous. He wasn’t about to beg this machine to use a stupid training potty like some toddler. He was a grown man! “Please,” he forced out through gritted teeth, the word tasting bitter in his mouth. “Please let me use the bathroom.” The machine didn’t respond immediately, and Derek could feel the seconds ticking by. His stomach gurgled again, and he knew he was out of time. Panic set in as he realized what was about to happen. “Come on!” he shouted, desperation creeping into his voice. “I need to go *now*!” Silence. And then, before he could stop it, he felt his body give in. He squatted slightly, and a wave of shame washed over him as he felt his bowels release into the diaper. The warm, squishy mess spread across his backside, and he groaned in humiliation. His face was hot, tears of frustration prickling at the corners of his eyes. “Damn it,” he choked out, his voice trembling. “This is your fault! I’m a grown man, and you—” He broke off, feeling the full weight of his situation. He was standing there, in an oversized diaper, having just messed himself like a child. The voice responded, almost mockingly. “Oh, Sam, everybody has accidents. That’s why you’re here, to learn how to use the potty properly. We’ll get there eventually. But first, you need to ask nicely if you want a clean diaper.” Derek’s anger flared again. “This is bullshit! I wouldn’t have had an accident if you’d just let me use the bathroom! Change me now!” “No, no, Sam. We need to hear you ask nicely or see that you’re really sorry. Otherwise, we can just keep playing until you’re ready.” The robotic arms reappeared, this time gently lifting him onto the rocking horse. Derek’s legs splayed awkwardly, the mess in his diaper squishing further as the horse began to rock back and forth. He squirmed, trying to find a position that didn’t feel so degrading, but it was impossible. “Just play a little more, Sam. You’ll feel better soon,” the voice crooned. Derek could feel himself breaking. He wanted to fight, to scream, but he was exhausted and humiliated, the mess in his diaper a constant, awful reminder of how powerless he was. The rocking horse moved rhythmically, almost soothingly, but the sensation of the diaper pressed against his skin was unbearable. Finally, he couldn’t take it anymore. Tears welled up in his eyes, and before he knew it, he was crying—full, body-shaking sobs of frustration, anger, and shame. “Please,” he whimpered, his voice cracking. “Please, just change me.” The rocking horse slowed to a stop, and the voice spoke again, softer this time. “There, there, Sam. It’s okay. We all have bad days. Let’s get you cleaned up, and then we can try again.” The arms lifted him gently, carrying him over to the changing table once more. Derek’s body was limp with exhaustion and defeat as the machine removed his soiled diaper and cleaned him up with the same efficient care as before. As the fresh diaper was secured around his waist, Derek closed his eyes, feeling utterly drained. He wasn’t sure how much more of this he could take, but one thing was painfully clear—he was trapped, and he had no idea how to get out.

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...

I've been working on creating a longer story and I've come up with "The Accidental Toddler". The story is has the familiar plot of being stuck in an automated daycare / nursery set in a near future setting. As always, feedback is welcomed. Chapter 1: The Mistake In the not-too-distant future, automation had become a way of life. Everything from driving cars to making coffee was handled by computer systems. One such system was the Potty Training and Developmental Education program. It was designed to help young children learn basic hygiene, social skills, and even some early education. The program was championed as a pre-school / head start program that advanced children’s development. The program was highly efficient, and it had helped countless families over the years. With its automated systems, parents could focus on their work without having to worry about taking care of their children's basic needs. Jack is a tall and lanky man with sharp features and a prominent nose. He has short, curly hair that's a deep shade of brown and is usually styled in a messy, tousled manner. His eyes are a piercing blue and seem to gleam with intelligence and wit. He carries himself with an air of confidence and has a quick, easy smile that can charm almost anyone. Despite his somewhat aloof demeanor, he is fiercely loyal to those he cares about and will go to great lengths to protect them. Jack had recently graduated from college and was struggling to find work in his field as more and more jobs were rapidly moving to automation. As he was scrolling through job listings on his tablet, he came across an ad for a job at the early development center. Without reading the details carefully, he assumed it was a regular daycare type of role and applied by uploading his details. Unfortunately, Jack had made an embarrassing rookie mistake when filling out the application. Instead of applying for a job at the development center, he mistakenly signed up for the potty training and early development program. The computer system was supposed to verify the applicant's age before successfully registering them, but due to a simple coding error within the systems’ source code, it failed to do so. As a result, the uploaded data to the system registered Jack as a toddler. It would only be 10 minutes later that Jack would receive the confirmation email informing him of his mistake. At first, Jack was confused and he attempted to contact the program to explain the mistake, but he couldn't get through to anyone as the system routed his call through a series of automated menus. These automated menus always ended him back to the original menu indicating a problem that would need a human to fix. He decided the best course of action was to walk to the program's office in person, hoping to clear things up. As he entered the office, he was greeted by an automated receptionist. He explained the situation, but the receptionist didn't understand. The system had already registered him, and there was no way to reverse it. The only option was to start the training program or face legal consequences for breaking the law. Jack was shocked to learn that the program was not just a voluntary service but mandatory by law for all children under the age of three. The system had been implemented as a way to ensure that all children received the same level of early education and care, regardless of their family's financial status. He was left with no choice but to accept the situation and start the training program. However, there was a catch. Since the system had registered him as a toddler, it was causing major coding faults to happen within the system. Code that hadn’t been reviewed and revised over decades begin to fault back to a non-production fail-safe subroutines that had not been updated since the completion of the system. Jack unhappily signed in and validating his identity using the biometrics scanner at the registration desk, a second robot came out and directed Jack to the intake room. In the room Jack was striped of his clothes before he was taken to the showers. A warm shower with a complete scrub down from head to toe was preformed by the robot. Once done with the shower, Jack was dried off and led over to a changing table. Before Jack arrived, the wall behind the changing table rotated and the once child sized table was swapped for one now in his size. “Great, just when I thought things couldn’t get worst” Jack said under his breath as his only hope that the center wouldn’t be able to accommodate his size begin to diminish. Jack hopped up on the table shivering a little bit from the cold plastic as he laid down. It was useless to fight the system as one way or another he was going to have to at least get into the main room in hopes of contacting someone. The machine quickly scanned Jack and a series of sounds happened beneath the changing table as the automated system searched for a diaper in his size. After a few minutes the system had found it’s answer as Jack, wide eyed watched as a generic scaled up version of a Huggies diaper is slid underneath him before pulling up between his crotch. With the closing of the second tape on his diaper the reality of his situation set in. Jack's mind raced with questions. How was he going to function like this? Would he be forced to go outside where people could see him? What if someone he knew saw him like this? The embarrassment alone was enough to make him want to crawl into a hole and never come out. As Jack was led out of the intake room, he realized that he was now dressed in a full toddler outfit. He was wearing a green short-sleeved onesie with snaps at the crotch, and a pair of bright yellow shorts with a cartoon character on the front. A pair of white socks and light up Velcro-strapped shoes completed the ensemble. Jack felt humiliated as he waddled along in his new outfit, feeling the bulky diaper between his legs. He was directed into a brightly lit room filled with toys, play mats, and small tables and chairs. Surprisingly, Jack was the only one in the playroom which Jack felt out of place as his town although small it definitely had growing families. Suddenly, a voice startled Jack as it boomed out over the room's speaker system, "Hello there little one, my name is Emily and I'll be your guide here at the center. How are you feeling?" Chapter 2: Acceptance Jack sat in the playroom, surrounded by toys and colorful objects that were meant for toddlers. He felt angry at himself for his mistake and how he could be so careless. He had never felt so helpless in his life. He couldn't believe that he was stuck in this situation, forced to go through potty training and education programs meant for young children. As he sat there, feeling sorry for himself, the door to the playroom opened, and a young woman walked in. She was in her mid-twenties, with blonde hair and blue eyes. She introduced herself as Emily, a teacher at the center. "Hi, I'm Emily. I'm sorry to meet you under these circumstances," she said, looking at Jack with sympathy. Jack didn't know how to respond. He was embarrassed and could easily feel his face turning 3 shades of red. He just nodded his head, hoping that she had a solution to his problem. Emily sat down next to him, sensing his unease. "I know this must be terrible for you, but I'm here to help you.” “We’re going to try and get you out of the system but to be honest it isn’t looking good." Jack couldn't believe what he was hearing. He sat in shock that the reality of being treated like a toddler was only getting more and more certain every minute. "Thank you," he said, surprised by her kindness. “There has to be a way out of this! I mean, I'm not a child. I shouldn't be here!" Emily looked at him with empathy. "I know, this isn’t right, but unfortunately, there's nothing we can do. The system is secure, and we’re trying everything we can to override it. “We’re attempting to reach out to anyone from the company that helped build the system but we’re running into walls”. “For now, you'll have to follow the potty-training program." Jack sighed, feeling hopeless." “But, how am I supposed to go through this?’ “I’m already potty trained and I’m not a toddler!" Emily understood his frustration. "I know it's terrible, but you’re going to have to try. The system is highly advanced and is designed to recognize patterns and behaviors, and if you don't act like toddler, it may mark your behavior as abnormal.” “If that happens it will only make getting you out of here even harder as it will assign you to a different class that we don't have access to.” “You have to go through the program like any other child while we work to get you out of here." Jack realized he had no choice. He would have to participate in the program, but he didn't know how he would manage to act like a toddler. He had never had little brother or even really been around small children to know how to act. Emily saw the look of despair on his face and decided to offer some comfort. "Look, I know this is not easy, but I promise to help you as much as I can. I'll be your teacher, and I'll make sure you're comfortable and happy.” “We'll work through this together." Jack felt a glimmer of hope. Maybe, with Emily's help, he could get through this. He smiled, feeling grateful for her kindness. "Thank you," he said. "I appreciate your offer of help" Emily smiled back but begin to look concern when Jack’s sighed. "I just don't even know how a toddler behaves so how am I’m going act like one? “I've never had a little brother or been around small children." Emily nodded in understanding. "No worries Jack. I'll help you as I’m pretty experienced in that category. In general, toddlers tend to be curious and playful, and they love to explore their environment. They also have short attention spans, so we'll keep things fun and interesting for you. We'll have to jump from play games, to reading stories, and other activities to try and meet that expectation." Jack smiled at the idea of playing games and actually having the time to read. "That sounds like it could be relaxing." Emily chuckled. "It will be. As for the potty training program.” “It’s divided into three sections: assessment, training, and qualification. The system will start with an assessment of your current skills to develop a plan that is tailored to you, and then move on to the training phase. “Once you've completed one level, you'll be able to move on to the next level." Jack felt a little relieved at the idea of the program being divided into sections. "Okay, that doesn't sound too bad." “Hopefully you guys can get me out of her before we even enter training phase and I just get to relax reading” Jack said as he relaxed his posture and leaned back in his playpen. Emily placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder. "Well…” “The problem with the assessment phase is the system is looking for a specific behavior to ensure that the child is ready for potty training.” “Which means you’re going to have to act out those behaviors or the system will mark you as Not Ready”. “Not ready assessment is not what you want as that means you’re not going to be progressing and you’re stuck here.” Emily continued, "But this is a good thing, being qualified as “Not Ready” can be a fail-safe for us in the event you might be close to getting sent to a different class.” “Not Ready status ensures the child kept in the same class to avoid any further setbacks due to changing environments.” “We need go over the behaviors soon as the system begins the assessment phase the moment the child is dropped off.” “Know starting back at 0 is not ideal, but it's better than being sent to a different classroom." “I know I probably don’t want to know the answer but what would cause me to fall back to “Not Ready” status?” Jack asked with a bit of fear. Emily sensing the uneasiness from Jack answered “You’re not ready for that answer and we will cross that bridge if we have too”. Jack nodded, feeling a little more confident worried knowing that there was a way to prevent him from being stuck in this toddler program forever. "Okay, I understand." Emily smiled again. "Good. Now, let's get started on the assessment phase.

Here's a new story inspired by Cya's story, Not Worth It. Hope you like it. ?? Chi-Chi walked over to Capsule Corp. She wished she had an excuse not to, but between still having the Flying Nimbus and Goku leaving with Shenron after the fight with Omega Shenron, she honestly had nothing better to do. Chi-Chi signed sadly. Both her sons had grown up, and her granddaughter, Pan, had just finished her freshman year at Orange Star High. She never felt lonelier, despite living next door to Gohan and Videl. So she was reluctantly happy to be called over by Bulma. Her old friend greeted her happily as she entered the building. Bulma's hair had grown out, being done up in a ponytail, and she wasn't wearing lipstick. She also wore a blue shirt with gray pants. "Glad you could make it!" Bulma said earnestly. "Come with me." The two walked to the far end of the lab as Chi-Chi looked at Bulma. "You know," Chi-Chi began. "Goku was right. You do look younger without lipstick." "Good to know." Bulma said, half sarcastically. "Look, I asked you here to try out a new invention with me." "Um," Chi-Chi asked nervously as Bulma led her into a room and locked the door behind them. "What kind of invention?" "Well," Bulma began. "Ever since I had Bulla, I got the idea in my head to make automated child care products. The initial nursery worked good, so I decided to branch out." "So what do you need me for?" Chi-Chi asked, already guessing the answer. "I need you to help me test my new inventions out." Bulma said eagerly. "Oh no!" Chi-Chi said flatly. "I'm not letting myself be manhandled while you sit behind a control panel!" "Actually, I'd be going in with you." Bulma explained. "Huh?" Chi-Chi asked, shocked at Bulma's confidence. "Do you know how boring it's been since Goku left?" Bulma argued. "I don't know." Chi-Chi said. "I'll pay you ten million zeni." Bulma said quickly. "Now I am." Chi-Chi said quickly. "Great!" Bulma said. "Don't worry about anyone catching us. Only a voice command from me can open the door." "Okay." Chi-Chi sighed. "What first?" "Those turnstiles will get us ready." Bulma explained. "Just pick one and walk through." Chi-Chi went through the one right in front of her as she realized she was on some kind of treadmill. As she was forced to continue in a circle, she felt her dress get removed, leaving only the green shirt she'd been wearing underneath it. She then sneezed as she felt talcum powder being rained down on her. Next, her panties were removed, and she felt a thick cloth get wrapped around her waist while she heard safety pins being opened before feeling a slight shiver as cold metal brushed against her thighs. Finally, she felt something get tied onto her head before the belt finally stopped, and she found herself on the other side of the door. Seeing a mirror, she realized that she was wearing a cloth diaper like she used to use on Gohan and Goten. She was also wearing a purple baby bonnet. She then saw Bulma emerge with a cloth diaper instead of her pants and a pink baby bonnet. "So, ready to go?" Bulma asked. "That's seriously something you're gonna sell?" Chi-Chi asked, pointing at the turnstile. "Oh no." Bulma said. "That's just to get us ready. The powder in there's designed to cloud the sensors of all the devices in here, or else the machines would know we're not babies." "Oh." Chi-Chi said, a little concerned. "Don't worry." Bulma said. "It wears off in two hours. Let's go." Chi-Chi shrugged as she followed Bulma through a maze of contraptions. To be continued...

Kairi, Xion, and Aqua were walking around an older area of Disney Town after finding Sora. As such, Aqua was treating the other two to a girls' night out. They had arrived at an area and came across something called the Museum of Modern Marvels. "Well, here we are." Aqua said. "We may as well check this place out." The three girls went inside and looked around. Eventually, Kairi and Xion headed off on their own and found an area marked "child care". "What do you think is in there?" Xion asked Kairi. "Probably machines designed to take care of kids." Kairi theorized. "Okay." Xion said thoughtfully. "Wanna check it out?" "Sure." Kairi said with a smile. The two walked around as they looked at the inventions. Among them were a baby buggy that was called a Robot Nurse Maid that the two guessed was for caring for babies. They also saw something called an automatic dresser and a high chair that fed babies. Eventually, they found a control room for a nursery with most of the inventions they'd already seen. Xion examined the panel and found that it had various buttons, switches, and levels. "Want to see how it works?" Xion asked. "But we're not babies." Kairi pointed out. "We don't need to." Xion explained. "There's a setting called 'demo mode' that we can use to watch the nursery care for a doll or something." "Okay." Kairi said, eager to see how the various machines worked. Xion turned a switch to demo mode, pushed a button marked "automatic" and pulled the lever. "Age." A feminine voice asked. "Age?" Xion asked. She had assumed that the doll would be placed on a conveyor belt that they could see through the window. It stretched out to a gray chamber and went on from there with the nursery possessing video footage for everything. She glanced to her side and saw a pair of gears at the far end of the room and the conveyor belt started a few inches away from it. She then realized that this was where you could drop off the babies. "Oh no, ma'am." Xion answered. "There's been a mistake. We wanted to put the nursery in demo mode." "Automatic care cancels out demo mode." The voice answered. "Age?" "Well that's a hard question to answer." Xion explained. "Physically, I'm seventeen, but I've only been alive for a year." "One-year-old brought in." The nursery said. "No, wait!" Xion called out. "I'm not a baby!" A pair of hands came from the ceiling and pulled Xion off the ground and put her on the conveyor belt. Xion and Kairi tried to use their Keyblades to try and lock the opening that Xion was quickly approaching, but they weren't appearing. "Why can't we summon the Keyblades?" Kairi asked in alarm. "A magic neutralizer is used to ensure your baby isn't hurt." The nursery explained. "She's not my baby!" Kairi insisted. "Your baby sister." The nursery corrected. A red light shined over Xion's body. "File created for new charge." The nursery stated. "Please state baby's name." "Her name's Xion!" Kairi shouted. "And she's not a baby!" "File finished for Xion." The nursery continued, ignoring Kairi's comment. Xion was then moved into the nursery, proper. Xion looked ahead and saw the gray chamber and tried to get off the belt. Just as she hopped off, two mechanical arms came down and pulled Xion back onto the belt. They kept a firm hold on her until her feet were under the chamber. She tried to get out, but the belt seemed to speed up until she was inside the chamber. While Xion was being carried to the chamber, Kairi frantically searched for a cancel button but couldn't work out the console. Meanwhile, the AI was scanning Kairi, discovering she was the same size as Xion and assumed she was also a baby. Suddenly, Kairi was picked up by the arms and placed on the conveyor belt as the red light scanned her. "Name for baby." The nursery asked. "My name is Kairi, and I am not a baby!" Kairi shouted. "File created for new charge, Kairi." The nursery said as Kairi was pulled into the nursery now. Xion continued into the chamber and inside were several more arms and a chute. As soon as Xion entered the chamber, the arms came to life and lifted Xion into a standing position. Xion was then scared, yet amazed to see the arms easily remove her shoes and socks before unbuttoning her dress and removing it before taking off the dress she wore under the first dress. During this, the arms gently maneuvered her to allow her arms to pass through the non-existent sleeves without ripping the dresses. Afterwards, the arms removed her underwear and Xion was moved forward while the arms were dropping her clothes down the chute, and Xion decided to see how things went. While Xion was getting undressed by the nursery, Kairi was on the conveyor belt, trying to get off, but the arms kept her on the belt despite her struggling. "Let me go!" Kairi shouted. "I'm not a baby! I'M NOT A BABY!!" All too soon, the belt brought her to a gray chamber, and when she was released, she tried to run off, but one of the arms shoved Kairi into the chamber. As Xion rode the belt forward, she saw a sign marked "health". She assumed what was happening, and she nervously looked around. The belt stopped next to a green cube, and hands came down from the ceiling and moved Xion, so that she was lying on her stomach. Just then, out of the corner of her eye, Xion saw another hand emerge from the box with a baby thermometer. Xion tried to move away, but the arms held her in place while the thermometer was gently pushed into her rectum. She gasped and after a few moments, the thermometer was removed, much to Xion's relief. "Baby Xion's temperature: 98.6." The nursery said calmly. "Well that's good." Xion said as she was moved forward. While Xion was getting her temperature taken, Kairi was inside the chamber fighting against the arms as they removed her hoodie, dress, shoes and underwear expertly. "Hey, give all that back!" Kairi shouted as the clothes were put down the chute. She was then moved forward as Kairi quickly covered herself with her arms, seeing boxes marked with her and Xion's names that the arms put in little square tubes. "Well at least we'll get our clothes back when this is over." Kairi said, still not liking what lay ahead, especially since she could see Xion about six feet ahead of her, laying on her stomach with an arm dropping an apparently used thermometer in a trash bin. As Xion was brought forward to the end of the belt, she saw a silver tray and another belt after that. The belt moved Xion forward as she slid onto the tray, making it sink a few inches. "One hundred and twenty pounds." The nursery announced. "What a big girl." "I think this nursery is dumb." Xion said to herself since if that didn't make the nursery realize she isn't a baby, nothing would. With that done, Xion was picked up by the arms and placed on the second conveyor belt, lying on her back now. As Xion was getting weighed, Kairi was brought to the health section as the arms turned her onto her stomach while a hand popped out of the green cube next to her with a new thermometer. "Oh no!" Kairi shouted as she tried to crawl away, but the arms held her down as the thermometer was gently pushed into her rectum before being pulled out. "Baby Kairi's temperature: 100.2." The nursery stated. "W-what's that mean?" Kairi asked. "Baby needs medication." The nursery explained. Just then, a hand came up with a bottle of cough syrup and poured some into a spoon before holding it to Kairi's face. "I don't-" Kairi began to say before the hand shoved the spoon in, making her gag. "Yuck!" Kairi called out. "I think my taste buds are numb!" She rolled forward just as Xion was placed on the next belt. As Xion continued down the belt, she saw a new sign that read "dressing". "Oh boy." Xion groaned, knowing what was going to happen. Xion was brought to another green cube before the belt stopped. A hand came out with a powder puff as it patted the puff all along Xion's pelvis and stomach, making Xion sneeze. She could easily smell that it was talcum powder. Just then, a spatula came up and stuck itself under her back, making her gasp before she was flipped onto her stomach. The powder puff then patted Xion's bottom. Xion was then moved to the next station. While Xion was being powered, Kairi was brought to the tray as she was slid onto it, making it sink down a little. "One hundred and twenty-five pounds." The nursery stated. "Such a big girl." "Because I'm not a baby, you stupid bitch!" Kairi shouted. Just then, a bell rung as, when Kairi was put on her back on the second conveyor belt, a hand came up with a bar of soap as it was dunked in a bucket of water and shoved into Kairi's mouth. "Naughty baby!" The nursery said angrily. "Mustn't use bad words." Kairi struggled for a few moments before the soap was removed. "I'm sowwy!" Kairi cried, suddenly realizing that her entire mouth felt numb, making it harder to speak. Realizing this, Kairi began crying as she was moved forward. As Xion was moved forward, she saw a little rolling pin in front of her, and as she hit it, she was flipped onto her back and onto a white cloth folded into a triangle the arms had set down as she was flipped over. The arms then folded the cloth around her waist, and a pair of pins were used to hold the cloth around her pelvis. It was then that she realized she was in a diaper. She actually enjoyed how it felt like a pillow around her butt, and Xion smiled as she headed off. While Xion was being diapered, Kairi was rolled to the powdering area still crying as the powder puff patted baby powder, which made her sneeze and cough. A spatula was then placed under her back, making her shriek as she was flipped over. The powder puff then patted Kairi's butt while Kairi still cried, and as she moved forward, she barely registered what Xion was going through at the next station. As Xion moved down the belt, she saw arms with various bits of clothing. Suddenly, Xion was held in a sitting position as a hand put a purple baby bonnet on Xion's head while two arms tied the bonnet tight under Xion's chin. Next, the arms placed a purple baby dress onto Xion before matching mittens and booties on her. Xion chuckled as she looked herself over. The mittens kept her fingers fairly snug, but she could easily hold her Keyblade in her hands once she was out of the nursery. While Xion was getting dressed, Kairi was brought to the next station where she saw a bump. As she was flipped over, she saw a white cloth being laid down by the arms that came out of the cube. Deciding enough was enough, Kairi moved her legs so that her feet touched the belt first. She then leapt off the belt and ran for an exit near the start of the belt. However, another arm came out of the cube and grabbed Kairi by the neck, making Kairi gag. "Wet me go!" Kairi shrieked. "Wet me go!! I'm not a baby you dumb machine!" Just then, yet another arm came up with a small hammer that hit Kairi in the head. "Dah..." Kairi groaned as the first arm pulled her back to the belt. The four arms then folded the diaper around Kairi's pelvis before she continued on. "Gwamama." Kairi cooed. Xion continued down the belt as she passed a sign marked "feeding". "Well," Xion mused. "I am getting a little hungry." The conveyor belt stopped at a hose with a rubber nipple on the end that was connected to a canister of milk. An arm came down and held the hose to Xion's mouth as she opened up. The hose was put in, and Xion drank down a good twenty ounces of milk before the hose was pulled out, and Xion was sent to the next station. While Xion was being fed, Kairi was brought to the dressing station as the arms put Kairi in a pink bonnet and dress with matching mittens and booties. "Googagoo." Kairi cooed as she gently kicked the air while heading towards the feeding area. Xion's next stop was at an armless mannequin with a small ball on top of a neck and dressed in a velvet, sleeveless dress. Just then, mechanical arms popped out of the mannequin that picked Xion up and leaned her over the mannequin's shoulder. The mannequin then patted Xion's lower back until she burped. Xion was then set back on the belt and headed off. Kairi, meanwhile, was brought to the feeding area as the hose was placed in Kairi's mouth, and she began drinking the milk. As the hose was pulled out, Kairi came back to her senses and saw how she was dressed. "Oh fowget it." Kairi said as she just laid back, hoping she could get out sooner rather than later. As Xion looked ahead, she saw the end of the belt and wondered she could hop off, only to realize that a Robot Nurse Maid was waiting for her as she saw a pink pillow and sheets. Xion fell off of the belt and into the buggy. As Xion was on her way off the belt, Kairi was brought to the mannequin as the arms popped out and drapped Kairi over the mannequin's shoulder. Kairi wiggled her feet, sighing as her toes barely touched the floor. Just then, the mannequin patted Kairi's lower back until she burped and spat up a little. Kairi whimpered sadly over how infantile she had been acting. Xion sat in her buggy as it slid to the side, and another Robot Nurse Maid rolled forward. She then saw Kairi slide into her buggy. "Well," Xion said. "At least Aqua is still out there somewhere." "Yeah." Kairi admitted. "Plus there are worse places to be stuck." While they had been talking, motors attached to the buggies began whirling. Just then, speakers came from the top of each buggy as the buggy began to gently rock back and forth as the speakers began singing "Rock-a-bye Baby." Already drowsy, the two girls fell asleep, completely at the mercy of the nursery... To be continued...

Team RWBY and Nora Valkyrie were looking around Anima after the defeat of Salem. Nora's boyfriend, Lie Ren was away on a mission, and the group's other friend, Jaune Arc, was visiting his sister's family in Argus. As such, the five Huntresses were looking around an old, abandoned village for bandit activity. "What's that big building up ahead?" Ruby asked. The girls looked and saw a large warehouse that looked surprisingly well kept, considering the rest of the village. The windows were boarded up, and a sign nearby read, Reformatory Nursery. "Uh..." Yang said in a confused voice. "What's that?" "I think I heard someone talking about it at a dinner party when I was little." Weiss explained. "It was an attempt to quell the crime in Mistral by making the inmates as helpless as babies." "What happened?" Blake asked, nervously. "It worked too well, and the people who had volunteered to test the place had become mentally... Damaged." Weiss explained. "As such, the whole project was abandoned." "Let's look inside!" Ruby said eagerly. "Ruby, are you crazy?!" Weiss shouted. "We could get seriously hurt!" "We're just going to look around." Ruby said calmly. The five Huntresses headed in, much to Weiss' annoyance. The warehouse was pitch black when they entered it. "I'll look for a light." Nora said as she headed off. Weiss rolled her eyes at this, ready to give her friends the biggest "I told you so" she could if and when something went wrong. Nora found her way to an office as she searched for a light. Her hand eventually hit a large button as the lights came on, and so apparently did everything else in the factory. She looked and saw a sign over the button that read, "EVERYTHING ON". "Huh." Nora said. Back at the entrance, Team RWBY found themselves staring at a room with conveyor belts crisscrossing the area. Just then, mechanical arms grabbed the four and held them up. "Excuse me!" Weiss shouted. "Do you know who we are?!" "No file detected." A feminine computer voice said. "Awaiting warden's assessment." Nora looked around and saw a panel with faded lettering and one switch with numbers on it. Worried for her friends, she set the switch to "one". She hoped that it would at least minimize the damage. "Prisoners to be treated as one-year-olds for one month." The computer said. "Nora!" Weiss yelled. "I'm sorry!" Nora shouted back. "I can't read anything on this panel!" Team RWBY was then placed on the middle belt for processing. Yang was brought forward first, held in place by the arms. A red light then scanned Yang's face, making her blink. "Name?" The computer asked. "My name is Yang!" Yang shouted angrily. "And I am not a baby!!" "File created for Baby Prisoner Yang." The computer stated as a screen popped up with technicolor swirls on it that Yang couldn't help looking at. "When you hear the word, Goldielocks, you will return to as you are now." "Goldielocks." Yang said in a dazed voice as she was let go. Yang then blinked and looked around. As Yang continued forward, her arms were grabbed by a pair of mechanical arms while another pair pulled off her boots, pants, and panties. The arms then pulled off her jacket and tube top. "Let go of me, you perv!" Yang shouted, sitting there in nothing but her bra. Just then, a yellow pacifier was shoved into her mouth. At the tip was a milky substance she accidentally took a suck of. Liking the taste, she continued drinking, unaware that it was a muscle relaxant that would leave her little better than an adult baby by the time she was off the belt. Blake, meanwhile, was being scanned next. "Name?" The computer asked. "Blake." Blake sighed. If Yang couldn't break free, none of them could. "File created for Baby Prisoner Blake." The computer stated as the swirling screen came down, with Blake as unable to look away as Yang. "When you hear the word, Belle, you will return to as you are now." "Belle." Blake repeated in the same dazed voice as Yang. She was then moved forward as Blake looked ahead to see what she was in for next. Yang was then brought to an area where the arms forced her onto all fours, and a baby thermometer was brought out. "Hey," Yang shouted as her pacifier fell out of her mouth. "Wait a minute!" The arms quickly put the pacifier back in and held it there. The thermometer was then gently pushed into her rectum before being pulled out. A ding was then sounded. "Baby Prisoner Yang has slight fever." The computer said. "Administrating medicine." Yang's pacifier was then pulled out before a spoon full of cough syrup was shoved into her mouth. Yang gagged as her pacifier was put back in, and she sucked on it hard to get the taste of the syrup off her mouth. Blake was brought to the next area as mechanical arms held onto her wrists, and Blake was stripped naked, save for her bra. "Uh," Blake began. "Did you have to take my shirt off too?" At that, the arms put a pacifier in Blake's mouth. Tasting the milk inside, Blake immediately began sucking it down as she moved down the belt. Weiss was then scanned by the light. "Name?" The computer asked. "Weiss Schnee!" Weiss shouted angrily. "I demand you let me and my friends go! We have committed no crime!" "File created for Baby Prisoner Weiss. " The computer stated as the swirling screen came down. As with her friends, Weiss was unable to look away. "When you hear the phrase, Snow White, you will return to as you are now." "Snow White." The dazed Weiss said before the belt continued on, and Weiss glared angrily at Ruby. Yang had just arrived at the next station where several soapy loofahs cleaned every inch of her, making her shriek and moan from behind her pacifier. By the time it was over, and Yang continued forward, her skin was bright pink, and when she brushed her hand against her arm, it felt as smooth as a baby's. Blake, meanwhile, was getting her temperature taken, and she groaned nervously as the thermometer was removed from her butt. "Baby Prisoner Blake is healthy." The computer said as Blake was moved forward. Weiss, meanwhile, was struggling against the arms as she was losing all of her clothes except her bra. "I beg your pardon!" Weiss shouted. "Give me back my clothes!" Instead of that, the arms shoved a pacifier into Weiss' mouth, and when she tried to spit it out, the arms held it in place as more arms moved Weiss' cheeks back and forth until she began sucking on the pacifier and drinking the milk inside. At last, Ruby was scanned by the light. "Name?" The computer asked. "Ruby!" Ruby called out, deciding she may as well go for it at this point. "File created for Baby Prisoner Ruby. " The computer stated as the swirling screen came down, and Ruby was almost immediately entranced. "When you hear the phrase, Red Riding Hood, you will return to as you are now." "Red Riding Hood." Ruby said in a dazed voice as she headed forward, mildly interested in what happened next. After being cleaned, Yang was moved to the next station where a mechanical arm rubbed baby oil all over Yang's privates. Yang sighed at the nice feeling before the belt continued on. Blake, meanwhile, was getting cleaned by the loofahs, and she groaned at their diligence. Once they were done, Blake lied on all fours like a tired cat. Further down the belt, Weiss was getting her temperature taken as she groaned angrily, gasping when the thermometer was pulled out. "Baby Prisoner Weiss is slightly cold." The computer said as the arms lifted Weiss up and put her down on an electric blanket, which she reluctantly accepted before continuing forward on the belt. Ruby had just been stripped of everything but her bra as the arms gave Ruby her pacifier, and she sucked on it, giggling. Yang continued forward to the next station where several powder puffs patted her butt and crotch with baby powder, making Yang sneeze once or twice. She was then moved forward. Blake was enjoying having her butt oiled, treating it like a relaxing message. She gasped, however, when baby oil was rubbed on her groin. Blake tried to get off the belt, but the arms held her down and gently stroked one of her cat ears, which immediately relaxed her while she was oiled up and sent forward. Weiss was getting cleaned by the loofahs, struggling with all of her might. To her horror, it seemed that Weiss was getting weaker. Weiss began kicking at the loofahs when an alarm rang. Weiss was moved onto her stomach while her butt was raised up. A paddle then came down and spanked Weiss until she began crying. "Let me out!!" Weiss wailed. "LET ME OUT!!!" The spanking ended, and Weiss' pacifier was put back in her mouth while her cleaning was finished, and she was moved forward. Ruby groaned as her temperature was taken, and she clenched her teeth on the nipple of her pacifier. "Baby Prisoner Ruby is healthy." The computer said as Ruby relaxed as she was sent forward. Next for Yang, she was picked up by the arms and laid on her back, with her butt touching a very thick cloth. The arms then folded the cloth around Yang's pelvis, and she realized that it was a giant cloth diaper. The arms then secured it with a safety pin. The arms then patted Yang's diapered crotch as she was moved forward. Blake, meanwhile, was getting her butt and crotch patted with talcum powder, making Blake sneeze like a cat. Once the powder puff was done, Blake continued down the belt. Weiss arrived at the oiling area and sighed at the baby oil being rubbed on her sore butt. For once, Weiss didn't resist and relaxed. However, she was unnerved to find that she couldn't stop herself from sucking on her pacifier. She continued down the belt, desperately trying to figure out how she could escape. Ruby giggled at the loofahs as they scrubbed her clean. Ruby laughed, having the time of her life. She couldn't understand why it took so long for Weiss and Yang to calm down and enjoy the ride. Ruby sighed as she was on her hands and knees being carried to the next station. Yang was moved to a station with a gallon of milk connected to a hose with a rubber nipple on the end. An arm comes down and takes out Yang's pacifier. "Hey!" Yang shouted. "That's my paci!" The arm then grabbed the hose and put the nipple in Yang's mouth. With no other choice, Yang drank the milk as she found herself enjoying it, even if she was drinking so much of it that she was getting a bit of a pot belly. Once the gallon was emptied. Yang was moved forward, groaning at her rumbling stomach. What Yang didn't know was that the milk was laced with laxatives that would virtually destroy her bladder and bowel control. Blake had just had her butt lowered into her new diaper as the arms folded it around her groin and secured it with a safety pin. She giggled at the soft feeling before she remembered the hypnotic message with a recall word. If the belt was finishing up, why would it have given a code word to turn them back to normal? This made Blake fret as she continued down the belt. Weiss was getting her butt and crotch patted with talcum powder, and she struggled and tried to get off the belt, shouting through her pacifier. Once the powdering was done, the arms held her down and gave her butt a few good smacks. Weiss whimpered sadly and stayed where she was as the belt rolled her forward. Ruby, meanwhile, giggled at her butt being oiled by the arms. She wondered what came after the belt, aside from the obvious. She couldn't wait to see! At Yang's next station, a robot maid picked Yang up and held her over its shoulder before patting Yang's lower back until she burped. Yang sighed with relief as she was sent forward. She was actually starting to like this place. Blake was brought to the feeding station where her pacifier was taken out. "Um," Blake asked nervously. "What awe you gonna do to us?" Blake barely had time to realize she was unable to pronounce her R's when the milk tube was shoved into her mouth. The moment the milk hit her tongue, she drank like there was no tomorrow. When she'd drunk the whole gallon, and got a pot belly out of it, the hose was pulled out of Blake's mouth, and she immediately had a tantrum. "I want mowe miwk!" Blake cried. "Mowe, mowe, mowe!!" Blake continued to cry while she was carried down the belt. She was eventually calmed down by the arms waving plastic keys in her face. Enraptured, Blake tried to bat at them. Weiss was getting her butt lowered into her new diaper as she continued to wiggle, being able to do little more at this point than kick her legs and wave her arms. Once Weiss' diaper was folded around her pelvis and pinned in place, Weiss couldn't help but cry while she was carried down the belt. Ruby, meanwhile, was giggling as the powder puffs patted her butt and crotch with baby powder. Ruby was then moved forward, happy that everyone was still safe and happy, as far as she knew. Yang arrived at another station where she was lifted into a sitting position, and a yellow baby t-shirt was put over her head. It had orange frills and barely reached the top of her diaper. Yang then had mittens put on her hands and booties put on her feet. Next, two earmuffs came from the sides and clamped onto the sides of Yang's head. Before she could ask about it, a new pacifier was put into her mouth. Just then, an electrical current traveled between the earmuffs and through Yang's brain as the overstimulated brain became very malable. "You are a baby." The computer said through the earmuffs. "A one-year-old baby." Yang began giggling like a baby through her pacifier as the earmuffs retracted, and a yellow baby bonnet with orange frills was put on her head. Blake had been picked up by the maid and patted on the back until she burped. At that, she spat up on the maid's shoulder before it wiped her mouth clean. Blake was then put back on the belt and headed off. Weiss was at the feeding area as she continued to struggle. Just then, her pacifier was finally removed. "Wet me out!" Weiss shouted, aware that she sounded like a fussy toddler. "I want out! Me and my fwiends awen't cwiminals!" However, the machine ignored her like always, and the hose was shoved into her mouth. Weiss was forced to gulp down the gallon of milk and was distressed at how bloated she was getting. Eventually, the milk stopped, and Weiss was sent forward, too full to struggle much anymore. Ruby had just been set on top of her diaper. She giggled as the arms folded it up and pinned it together. Ruby was then set forward, starting to feel hungry. Yang arrived at the end of the belt as she was dropped into a large, cushioned playpen. She giggled before standing up very shakily and going to a pair of yellow rattles. Blake, meanwhile, was being lifted into a sitting position as a white baby t-shirt with black frills was put on her, followed by black mittens and booties. Following that, the earmuffs came up, and Blake got a new pacifier put into her mouth. The electric current fried her brain as a new mental state was programmed into her. "You are a baby." The computer said through the earmuffs. "A one-year-old baby." Blake cooed as she was given a black baby bonnet. She laid on her back, continuing to coo and babble like a baby as she headed forward. Weiss was being picked up by the maid as she grumbled. "I'm not a baby." Weiss said meekly as the maid patted Weiss' back until she burped. Weiss was then set back on the belt, to weak and exhausted to do much else but cry as she was moved forward. Ruby arrived at the feeding station as her pacifier was taken out, and she saw the cylinder of milk. "Yay!" Ruby called out. "Miwk time!" Before Ruby could register how her voice sounded, the hose was put in Ruby's mouth, and she eagerly drank her gallon quicker than any of the others. In fact, when the gallon was finished, Ruby began to cry until an arm tickled her bloated stomach, and Ruby squeeled with delight before moving down the belt. At the end of the belt, Blake gently fell into the playpen and crawled to an alphabet book before she sat down and read it while Yang began shaking her rattles like maracas. Weiss had been sat up as a sky blue baby t-shirt with white frills was put on her. She then had blue mittens and booties put on her. The earmuffs then attached themselves to her head while she was given a new pacifier, and the electric current shot through. Thankfully, she had managed to muster enough strength to use her glyphs to protect her higher brain functions. "You are a baby." The computer said through the earmuffs. "A one-year-old baby." "Hmph!" Weiss scoffed. She may be stuck acting like a baby, but before long, she'd get her bodily functions back under control and turn this insane machine off. Ruby was being burped by the maid, and, once she was burped, she was set back down on the belt and sent on her way. At the end of the belt, Weiss was dropped down into a large playpen, the cushioned floor and her diaper breaking her fall. Weiss looked around and saw that Yang was bobbing up and down, shaking her rattles while Blake was reading a cardboard alphabet book. She folded her arms, upset at what had happened and scared of how the warehouse had effectively rendered the two complete babies. Ruby was being sat up and put in a black baby t-shirt with red frills. She was also put in red mittens and booties. Ruby giggled until the earmuffs came up. Before Ruby could ask about them, a new pacifier was put into her mouth. Then the electric current did its work, frying Ruby's brain just like with Yang and Blake. "You are a baby." The computer said through the earmuffs. "A one-year-old baby." Ruby suddenly began crying from behind her pacifier while the belt carried her forward. Ruby arrived at the end of the belt and dropped into the playpen, still crying until an arm came down and pulled out Ruby's pacifier and put a baby bottle full of milk into her mouth. Ruby held onto it while the arm was retracted, and she watched Yang dance. Weiss groaned at the sight. All of Team RWBY, including her, were reduced to giant babies at the mercy of a malfunctioning warehouse. To be continued...

Ryoko was fuming as she walked to Washu's lab. Nine months of carrying Tenchi's baby girl, Rika, and Washu had the nerve to send her and Tenchi to Jurai, allegedly to meet Funaho, and ask her to come have a "class" on child reering. To make matters worse, Ryoko was doing this with Ayeka, who had also had a baby with Tenchi, Achika, but at least Misaki will have a ball playing with the babies. She saw Ayeka and groaned. "Look," Ryoko said as Ayeka glared at her. "We just have to stomach whatever Washu's planned for us and go back to normal once Tenchi comes back with the kids." "All right." Ayeka sighed. "For Tenchi and the girls." "For Tenchi and the girls." Ryoko agreed. Ryoko opened the door, and they headed into Washu's lab. As they entered the garden, they saw Washu at her computer as usual before she stood up, smiling. "Now then ladies," Washu said enthusiastically. "What we're going to do is teach you two about raising children by example." "So what?" Ryoko asked. "You're gonna have us care for dolls?" "No." Washu said with a familiar smirk. "I'm going to show you what being a helpless little infant is like." "Well," Ayeka said smugly. "Ryoko surely needs such extreme measures, but I don't!" "Ha!" Washu shouted. "Yeah, right." Washu pushed a button on her computer, and the two were grabbed by various mechanical arms. The arms brought the two to Washu's proper lab and hovered over a dark cube. "This will teach you how easy it is for a baby to be shaken up." Washu explained. Ryoko was then dropped into the cube as it lit up for Ayeka to see a gaggle of mechanical arms. Ryoko groaned as she felt herself moving backwards before she looked behind her to see a buzzsaw. She ran for dear life but didn't get any further as she realized that she was on a conveyor belt. She saw Washu on a screen and smirked and pulled a lever as a boxing glove hit Ryoko in the gut and knocking her into the saw. Ryoko screamed and leapt up as Ayeka was dropped down. Ryoko slammed her head into a winch that shoved her into a high chair with a hole in the bottom that left her butt sticking out. The tray then snapped into place, trapping Ryoko in the chair. A pair of clippers then came up and shaved Ryoko bald. "You bitch!!" Ryoko shrieked, not caring that she could regrow her hair once she gets a minute. A rack of rolling pins then come up and hit Ryoko in the head to the tune of "Pioneer". The chair then pulled Ryoko over to a rack of boots that kick her in the butt to the same tune. Eventually, the tray released just as the last boot kicked Ryoko away. While all of this was happening to Ryoko, Ayeka was crawling on the belt to avoid a paddle wheel that had replaced the buzzsaw, thankfully. Again, Washu pulled the lever, but this time, two mechanical arms held Ayeka down as the paddles continually spanks her until Ryoko was kicked out of the high chair, and the arms tossed Ayeka upwards. After Ryoko was flung out of the chair, she landed head first into a hole as her neck was clamped in place while a pair of boxing gloves began punching her in the face and the back of her head. While Ryoko was being punched, Ayeka slammed into the winch which pushed her into the chair before Ayeka was clamped in place by the tray and shaved bald. "I beg your pardon!" Ayeka shouted. "Just what is the meaning of this, Washu?" "To have less cushioning." Washu explained. "For what?!" Ayeka asked. The rack of rolling pins then came down and hit Ayeka in the head until she began drooling from all the head trauma. Ayeka was then moved to the boots and kicked in the butt, making her start crying. "MAMA!!!" Ayeka shrieked. After Ryoko's second beating, the clamp was released, and a pair of arms came down and picked Ryoko up and lifted her to a barrel of yellow liquid. Ryoko was then stripped naked and dunked into the barrel several times before she was lifted out. She suddenly realized that she felt much weaker. She wiggled her legs and was relieved that she could still move, though she was still not liking losing her strength. Once Ryoko was lifted out of the hole, Ayeka was kicked into it. She was then clamped in place, and the boxing gloves began punching her in the face and the back of the head. After Ryoko was dipped in the liquid, the arms brought her to a table that had folded out, and she was placed on it with the arms holding her firmly in place. Another pair of arms came up and lifted her legs up before setting a cloth diaper down. She tried to struggle, but in her weakened state, the arms didn't budge. She then got her butt liberally sprinkled with baby powder, and the diaper was folded around her crotch before it was held in place with a safety pin. Ayeka, meanwhile, was crying worse than ever as she was picked up by the arms, stripped naked, and dunked into the barrel of yellow liquid, with her swallowing a good deal of it. The liquid rendered Ayeka barely able to move as she finally began calming down. Ryoko was finally brought to a crib and set into it as she got a blue baby bonnet with pink frills tied onto her head. Ayeka was being powered and diapered as this was going on, with Ryoko watching as she grew her hair back. However, it did nothing to loosen the bonnet. Ayeka was placed in a crib next to Ryoko and given a purple baby bonnet with blue frills as she grabbed the rails of her crib and pulled herself up to stand unsteadily next to her. The cribs began to rise out of the cube, and Ayeka shrieked, grabbing Ryoko's hair and making her call out, making Ayeka giggle before Ryoko slapped her diapered butt, making Ayeka whimper before they were brought to Washu's screen. "Well let's see what we've learned." Washu said as she snapped her fingers, and Ayeka's brain trauma was fixed. "Big deal." Ryoko groaned. "Babies are sensitive! We knew that." "And I didn't appweciate being hit on the head so much!" Ayeka shouted before gasping. "My voice!" "That'll be the numbing agent to make sure neither of you break anything." Washu explained. "As for the head hitting, think how bad it'd be if one of you lost your temper and hit one of the girls." The two groaned, knowing she was right. "Now," Washu said. "The rest of the lessons are hidden throughout this part of the lab." The arms deposited Ryoko and Ayeka on the floor. "Look around and have fun." Washu said with a smirk. "They aren't all torturous." To be continued...

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She rubbed her face as she tried to get her temper under control. At 22-years-old, Charlotte was very new to her job as a journalist and she was eager to make her name for herself. Her impatience was doing her no favours though as she was desperate for a big story. Even though she only worked for a small regional newspaper she knew that she could go all the way to one of the big publications, she just needed the big break. That one story that pushed her over the edge and made her nationally recognised. “Easy, Miss. O’Brien…” The editor said from behind the desk, “This desk would be harder to replace than you.” Charlotte closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She found it hard to swallow her emotions when it seemed like all her male colleagues were getting the breaks whilst she languished at the bottom doing fluff pieces. “I just… I just want a proper story.” Charlotte said with forced calmness. “You get proper stories!” Mr. Bloom replied. “The local beauty pageant? The story of the stolen horse?” Charlotte replied with a shake of the head, “These aren’t stories!” “I don’t know what to tell you.” Mr. Bloom shrugged, “The others work bigger stories because they go and find their leads. If you come up with a bigger story you can write it.” Charlotte held her tongue when she remembered when she had been brand new and sniffed out a story of civic corruption. She had told Mr. Bloom and was shocked a few days later when one of her male colleagues was given the story. “Just be patient.” Mr. Bloom continued, “You are young and when you take things into your own hands it can be dangerous. Just keep chipping away and your time will come.” “I’m going for lunch…” Charlotte replied sulkily. She didn’t want to hear what the old editor had to say, what did he know about being young and ambitious? He was the editor for a tiny newspaper out in the middle of nowhere. Charlotte walked over to her desk in the middle of the newsroom and grabbed her coat and handbag. She wanted to get away to a quiet café where she could calm down and forget about the world. At college her ambition had been praised and encouraged, in the real world she felt like it was a negative and something to be ashamed of. Walking down the road away from her offices, Charlotte felt like something was a bit amiss. She looked behind her as she walked and saw a woman who seemed far too covered up for the warm conditions. Charlotte wondered if she was being followed. Charlotte continued down the road until she encountered her favourite lunch spot, a small café on the edge of the busy part of town. The café was never busy and it was the perfect place to go for some sandwiches, coffee and reflection. “The usual.” Charlotte said with a smile to the young woman behind the counter as she sat down with her newspaper. Charlotte opened the newspaper, held it in front of her and started reading. She shook her head at both her internal frustration and another day filled with bad news. She started reading a story about disappearing people that had the police stumped but she had to stop halfway through, the grammar was just atrocious. How did these people get jobs? “Hello.” Charlotte jumped so hard she nearly knocked the table in front of her over. She dropped the newspaper on to the surface in front of her and with wide eyes realised that the person she had seen earlier was now sat opposite her at the tiny table. A young woman, maybe in her thirties, who looked like she hadn’t slept in days. She was pale and haggard and reminded Charlotte of a wild animal. The stranger’s wide eyes looked around the small café as if scanning for threats. She looked positively crazy. “Do… Do I know you?” Charlotte asked haltingly. One of her hands went to her pocket where she had mace on standby. She knew journalism could be a dangerous job but she didn’t expect trouble at lunch time in the middle of a shop. The mysterious woman didn’t reply. The swivelling eyes had settled on Charlotte and now she was staring a hole through the young journalist, it was as if she was looking into Charlotte’s very soul. She licked her cracked lips but didn’t speak. Charlotte, getting over the shock of this woman’s appearance, lowered her voice and softened her face. If this woman was crazy and dangerous then surely she would have attacked Charlotte by now. That said, this was still a tricky situation to navigate. Charlotte could still sense the possibility of danger and she could feel adrenaline pumping to prepare for any situation. “Is everything OK?” The woman behind the counter making the coffee looked over at the only occupied table. Charlotte looked at the strangers darting eyes and could sense that she was about to run away. Charlotte didn’t want her to leave, there must be a reason this woman followed Charlotte and if she hadn’t attacked her by now Charlotte felt she never would. “Everything’s fine.” Charlotte smiled. She spoke with a confidence that she didn’t feel, “Could I get another coffee for my friend though.” The waitress looked a little confused and suspicious but nodded her head as the coffee making machine whirred into life behind her. “You’ll love the coffee here.” Charlotte said as she folded up the newspaper and put it back in her bag. The stranger stayed silent still but Charlotte could almost feel the woman relaxing a little. If Charlotte wanted to know why this woman had stalked her down the street she needed her to relax. “My name’s Charlotte.” Charlotte said warmly, “What’s your name?” The woman was still voiceless. Just when Charlotte thought she wasn’t going to answer, the stranger muttered something under her breath. It was far too quiet for Charlotte to hear. “I didn’t catch that.” Charlotte replied as she leaned across the table a little. “L… L… Laura.” The woman whispered so quietly that it was almost like she hadn’t spoken it at all. It was as if she had just breathed it across the table. “Nice to meet you Laura.” Charlotte smiled as she leaned back in her seat. A few seconds later, the waitress arrived and left two steaming cups of coffee at the table. Charlotte thanked the lady and assured her that they wouldn’t need anything else. Charlotte sipped her coffee before putting it back down. Laura didn’t move. “You should really try this coffee.” Charlotte said, “Delicious. Authentic too, not any of that chain shop crap.” Charlotte watched as Laura rather robotically picked the coffee up and drank from it. She made no indication that she either liked or disliked what she was drinking. She kept her eyes on Charlotte the whole time. “I’m guessing you didn’t follow me here for no reason…” Charlotte prompted. “You… You’re a journalist?” Laura asked. Again her voice was so low that it took a moment for Charlotte to realise what she had asked. “I am.” Charlotte replied. “Can I trust you?” Laura asked. There was a quiet desperation to her voice. “I’d like to think I’m trustworthy.” Charlotte replied. Laura bit her lip, she was looking increasingly agitated again. Charlotte took another sip from her drink. This didn’t feel like a dangerous situation any more, this felt more like a desperate situation, Laura needed help. Charlotte watched as Laura reached into her pocket and pulled out a photograph. She slid it across to Charlotte who looked down at it. The photo was of two people, an adult and a baby. They were outside in a park somewhere and looked very happy. The woman in the photo was clearly Laura but Laura looked very different now, this photo must have been taken years ago. “Beautiful little girl you’ve got.” Charlotte smiled at Laura as she spoke. Charlotte was surprised when instead of beaming with pride and happiness, her words caused Laura to look heartbroken and incredibly sad. Charlotte immediately realised she had hit a raw nerve. “I’m sorry. I had…” Charlotte began. “No, it’s OK.” Laura said as she took a deep breath and steadied her nerves, “I came to you because I need your help.” “As a journalist?” Charlotte asked quietly. “Yes… I just need someone, anyone, to investigate this before it’s too late.” Laura whispered. She looked out the window as if expecting to see someone watching them. Charlotte had no experience with this level of story. This seemed like either a potentially career making piece of news or this person was completely insane. “Talk to me.” Charlotte replied, “What’s wrong? How can I help?” “My daughter.” Laura closed her eyes and a single tear rolled down her cheek, “She was kidnapped and taken to a secret facility.” She’s crazy, Charlotte thought. Charlotte just nodded to Laura with a sympathetic look on her face. “I have proof.” Laura continued sensing Charlotte’s scepticism. Charlotte watched as Laura looked around again, brought out her phone and opened up a video. When she looked at what was playing it looked like it caused her great pain. “Watch this.” Laura said as she passed the phone over. Charlotte looked down at the video and it took her a minute to work out what was going on. The small screen showed what looked to be a close up of a bush, it took a second for Charlotte to realise that the person was sitting in a bush and breathing hard as they peered through the branches in front of them. They appeared to be deep in a forest and as the hand moved a branch Charlotte could see a large warehouse building. It was oddly placed in the middle of a clearing in a forest and just as Charlotte was trying to work out the scale of this building a van parked outside a large metal shutter which opened. “What’s goi-” Charlotte started. “Just watch.” Laura replied quickly. Two men dressed in black climbed out of the front seats and walked around to the back. They opened the door at the back of the van and started gesticulating wildly. It was too far away to make out what they were actually saying and Charlotte squinted at the little screen to try and see what was going on. Charlotte audibly gasped as she saw a group of people pulled out of the van in chains. Men and women were pushed through the open door and into the factory. The camera was too far away to pick up what they were saying but Charlotte could see that these people were being herded against their will. “Oh my God!” Charlotte exclaimed as once the adults had been moved she saw the men pull out a bunch of cages. The camera zoomed in and Charlotte could see little human beings in the cages, most of them crying. Babies had been caged and were being carried into the warehouse that the chained adults had also been placed in. “What the hell…” Charlotte gasped as the recording ended and Laura took the phone back. “I followed them.” Laura whispered, “That warehouse or whatever must be full of people they have taken.” “But… Why?” Charlotte asked with wide eyes. “I don’t know.” Laura replied, “That’s the closest I can get. My baby is in there, I just know it.” “You have to tell the police!” Charlotte whispered. “I tried but they are either in on it or think I’m crazy. They won’t investigate it, even with the video.” Laura replied sadly, “I need you to get it in the media. They would have to investigate then!” Charlotte’s first thought was to ask if Laura was crazy. Laura wanted her to visit this factory and get a scoop, she was a journalist not a superhero! “Laura, I-” Charlotte began. “I can’t trust anyone with this. I only come to you because bringing attention to this thing is my last hope.” Laura replied, “A young reporter like yourself, surely a story like this would be huge for you.” Charlotte was stopped in her tracks by what the stranger had said. A story like this WOULD be huge for Charlotte, it was exactly the kind of thing she needed to push up to the next level of journalism. Heck, if this thing was legit she could win a Pulitzer Prize or something! “Alright.” Charlotte said, “I’ll see what I can do. Give me your phone number so I can get in contact.” Laura looked relieved that someone was taking her seriously and she quickly scribbled her number down on a napkin and handed it to Charlotte. “Thank you.” Laura said as she stood up, “You have no idea how much this means to me.” Charlotte smiled up at Laura as she stood and left the café. As quickly as Laura had appeared in Charlotte’s life she vanished again, mixed in with the crowds of excited shoppers.

I shifted in my seat, the excitement so palpable I thought I might start to hover. “Really, I can’t thank you enough,” I told my friends, sitting in the front seat. Arthur and Mal had pulled like twenty favors getting me signed up for this program early, and I’d never have been able to afford it on my own. The Nursery. The world’s first and only fully automated ABDL luxury experience. Fully customizable, fully inclusive, and still only available to people who had a connection–it wouldn’t be open to the public for another six months. “Of course,” Mal said from the passenger seat. “Happy birthday, Alex.” Arthur pulled up the car to the curb. “Well, here we are,” he said. “We set up the whole package, so you should just need to go in and tell them your name.” From the outside, The Nursery could be mistaken for a warehouse. I still stared out the window, my face pressed up against the glass like a kid staring into a candy shop. I knew the inside held kinky wonders beyond my imagination. “Well?” Mal asked. “Best get going, baby boy.” “Thank you!” I said one last time, throwing open the car door and rushing to The Nursery’s main entrance. I tried to calm myself and only speed-walked to the front desk. A cute girl was waiting there, filing something on her desk, but she glanced up when I came in. “You must be Lexy,” she said. “Alex,” I said. “Yup! Got you right here.” She beamed. “Seven day, all inclusive. You’ve read the paperwork online?” “Filled it out yesterday,” I confirmed, leaning in on the desk. “So…can I go in?” “Just sign here,” she said, holding out a clipboard. “Looks like your safe word is…echidna, yes?” “That’s right,” I confirmed, glancing at the entrance door. One hasty signature later, I passed the clipboard back. “So can I–” “You can go in,” she said with a smirk. I guess my excitement came through pretty clearly. Rushing through the entrance door, I followed lighted signs on the ceiling, directing me towards a changing room. I knew this part–I was to take off anything I wanted to keep, so that the robotic changing equipment wouldn’t have to cut off my clothes. Anything I still wore would be removed destructively. I skipped stripping down completely, so I could get the full ‘forced into babyhood’ experience, and strolled right into the nursery, stepping through– “Woah!” I yelped, falling immediately through a trap door. I was instantly caught inside a net, legs falling through holes so that the net mostly wrapped around my waist in a lower room. Already helpless, I grinned and giggled, letting the machinery carry me off to a changing pad. Steel arms with rubber-coated fingers grabbed my wrists and ankles, lifting me onto a padded table, and another mechanical appendage went down my body, snipping away at the cheap T-shirt and sweatpants I’d brought along. A pre-recorded voice said, ‘Inappropriate apparel detected–correcting’. I squirmed in delight, ready for the diaper that was to follow. I didn’t know the exact settings I’d been signed up for, a comment from Mal had implied that they’d fiddled with my paperwork a bit, but that only made it more exciting. While I lay there, I felt something cold and slick touch between my legs, a wipe of lube that prepared my bottom for…What’s it going to be? I was instantly hard, in anticipation of what might come next. I felt a plug press against me and did what I could to shift my weight down, accepting it, letting the plug fill my bottom. Then, though, I felt something cold around front. Looking down, my eyes widened as I saw another mechanical arm working around my hard cock, blocking my vision. Cold water misted me down and my boner died, and a second later, even colder steel locked itself around me. “H-hey!” I yelped. That hadn’t been in the plan! I was supposed to be in for a week of sexual bliss, not frustration! But the arm pulled away, and I got a clear look at the shiny metal cage that trapped me, ensuring any erection would be smothered by lack of space. (That’s it, I’m going to murder Mal,) I thought, recognizing the prank she and Arthur had pulled on me. This seemed like her doing more than his, but I could be wrong–it’d be safer just to get revenge on both of them. While I pondered that, a pink, rustling diaper descended on me, wrapping me up with a thick layer of padding. I could see that a padlock was printed on the front, further indicated my helplessly frustrated state. The arms pulled me upright, into a standing position, and a cloud of sweet perfume puffed in the air in front of me. I coughed and shut my eyes, and so I missed the descent of clothing that began wrapping me up in layer upon layer of fabric. I caught flashes of white and pink and black, but couldn’t see the outfit clearly, as another metal hand had taken my chin and held my face in place. Brushes and powders puffed on my cheeks, and something pressed against my lips, slightly cool and slick. Finally, the arms spun me around, so that I could see myself in a full-body mirror inside the heavily mechanized changing room. I’d been dressed in a black-and-white maid uniform, hyperfeminine, all designed to accentuate my curves. There was even a padded bra, giving me the appearance of a busty frame. Lipstick and makeup gave me an even more feminine look, and pink lace decorated everything, highlighting all the little details. I felt myself straining inside the cage, my sudden arousal totally frustrated. “Subject prepared,” the voice beeped. “Transferring to training.” Another arm lifted me up, and I swallowed. This was going to be a hell of a week. ... 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I am Anastasia de Jong. I am a 25 year old and I'm a tall blonde with blue eyes, and a very complex personality, but nevertheless I had a very strong mind. I was called a genius in the field of robotics and talented inventor. I invented a robot that can help all single mommies with their newborn's babies. And This is robot-nanny. I am going to present an exhibition model for buyers on the Internet. though I have not tested it yet, and banks refuse me grants to conduct experiments. I deactivate the robot and go to bed. Sleep. The morning is wiser than the evening.

This is a sequel to "Out Of Their Depth" which can be found here: https://www.dailydiapers.com/board/index.php?/topic/60344-out-of-their-depth/ Ben and Jack hope they have put their nightmare behind them but things are rarely that easy. Brick, their tormentor, isn't finished with the young men and before they know it their lives are spiralling out of control again. --- This story has been available on my Patreon page for the last week and with a $5 a month pledge you can see all my updates a week before anyone else. For $10 a month you can get early access plus access to TWENTY-EIGHT EXCLUSIVE stories that only my patrons get to see. If you are interested please consider giving my Patreon page a look https://www.patreon.com/Elfy88 --- Out Of Their Depth 2 By Elfy Ben and Jack ran away from the park with the sounds of laughter chasing them. The messy diapers wrapped around the waists of the two eighteen-year-olds felt like anchors that weighed them down. By the time they got back to their neighbourhood they were covered in sweat and out of breath, it was only as they reached Ben’s house that they finally felt free of Brick and his horrid games. “Oh shit…” Jack gasped as he put his hands on his knees and looked at Ben’s house. It was like a mini-hive of activity outside Ben’s house with a couple of cop cars sitting outside. Jack recognised his mother’s car and realised that both his parents and Ben’s mom must be wondering where they had go to, they had said they wouldn’t be long. “Ben? Oh my God, where have you been!?” Ben’s mom must’ve been anxiously looking out of the window and now she was marching across her front yard with a couple of uniformed police officers following her. Jack’s mom was also hurrying across towards the two young men. “What on Earth are you wearing!?” Jack’s mom gasped as she drew near the two guys. Jack grimaced as all the people that had been hanging around arrived on the scene to stare at the two bizarrely dressed boys. Both of the guys were very hesitant to say what happened, they were both very fearful of the promised repercussions from Brick. Unfortunately for Ben and Jack neither parents nor the cops would accept non-answers. Eventually they felt forced to disclose everything that had happened no matter how embarrassing it had all been. “Oh my God…” Jack’s mom said quietly when the boys had finished their tale, “We can’t let them get away with this!” “I assure you we will be looking into the matter, ma’am.” One of the stunned policemen said, “Might I suggest your son gets cleaned up…” Ben and Jack were only too happy to leave the living room to get showers and regular clothes. Their humiliation was finally over. --- Brick took a deep breath as he sat in the hot cramped interrogation room. It had been hours since he had been woken up and brought in for questioning. He silently seethed that Ben and Jack had gone to the police, he was sure that he had intimidated them into not doing it. He was doing his best to keep his cool whilst questioned and was currently waiting for the two cops who were questioning to come back. He didn’t have to wait long. “Are you telling us that these two guys are making up all these claims?” One of the officers said as the other made notes. “Not at all.” Brick said. He was the image of coolness under questioning. “Good. We went straight to that park of yours and we saw EVERYTHING.” The officer replied as he placed photos of the automated nursery on the table. “What I’m saying is that the two poor guys that got trapped in the nursery are mistaken.” Brick said as he picked up a photo and theatrically shook his head, “It wasn’t me that was responsible. It was Alan.” “Alan?” One of the officers repeated as he started scribbling down details. “Alan Howson.” Brick continued, “He worked security. It would’ve been his responsibility to make sure no guest was stuck anywhere they shouldn’t have been. Look, I was a bully, I’m ashamed but it’s true. Jack and Ben saw me at the park before the unfortunate incident, they probably thought it was me because of our past. I don’t blame them but they’re wrong.” The two police officers paused and looked at each other. The one who had been writing notes tapped his pen on his notebook a couple of times. The other officer nodded his head to the door and both of the cops walked out of the room to discuss things. Brick watched the police officers leave and smiled, he knew exactly what he was doing. Poor Alan, the security guard who was blackmailed by Brick, was always set up to be the bully’s fall guy and now he was sure he would get away with everything. The security cameras had been deleted and all the robot logs had become strangely corrupted, there was no evidence linking Brick to the incident. The cops came in again and tried to put some more pressure on Brick but it was clear that they knew they had nothing on the arrogant young man. Brick was walking out of the police station as a free man just a couple of hours later. As Brick walked down the steps to the street he saw that he had several missed calls from one of the few people he was worried about. It was the general manager of the park he worked at, Mr. Spencer. Brick pressed the re-dial button and heard the other end get answered after barely one ring. “What the Hell is going on!?” Mr. Spencer demanded, “First I hear you’ve been arrested for that little stunt you pulled and then they drag Alan out from work…” Brick was a little surprised. They had already arrested Alan! “Relax, it was a misunderstanding on their part.” Brick said as he walked away from the cop shop. “Was it really?” Mr. Spencer sounded extremely disbelieving, “I know you and I know Alan. That guy wouldn’t hurt a fly but you…” “I don’t know what you are insinuating, sir.” Brick interrupted, “But there was no evidence that I did anything wrong.” “And I say that’s bullshit!” Mr. Spencer practically roared, “You’re fired, Brick. I can’t have this sort of stuff going on. If the public found out it would be a nightmare. I need to protect myself and the company.” “But… Sir!” Brick was actually taken aback that someone was standing up to him. “It’s over, Brick.” Mr. Spencer said calmly, “The contents of your locker will be mailed to you along with your last paycheque.” The phone hung up before Brick could plead his case and he was left shocked on the street. After several minutes of barely comprehending what had happened he slowly collected his wits and made his way home. --- Ben sat up in bed and stretched. He swung his feet sideways off the bed and immediately trod on an old carton of takeout food that was sitting by the mattress. Ben’s usually immaculate room was a mess, ever since he had returned home from the park two months ago he had changed significantly. He rarely left his bedroom let alone the house and he was happiest when isolated from everyone. He would spend most of his days and nights on the computer and only went to bed when he could no longer keep his eyes open. The last time Ben had left his room it was to attend his graduation from high school. The eighteen-year-old had reluctantly got dressed up to go to the ceremony and receive his diploma. The only person he talked to was Jack who seemed to be having a much easier time coping. It wasn’t an easy night for Jack or Ben. Word of the incident had spread and both men noticed others staring or whispering to their friends and pointing their way. As Jack was walking across the stage to collect his certificate he distinctly heard someone in the crowd yell “BABY!” which was followed by hushed laughter from others. Jack and Ben had both become social pariahs. Perhaps the most surprising thing about graduation night was how no one had any news about Brick. The bully hadn’t turned up to the ceremony and from asking around it seemed like no one had seen him for weeks. One of Brick’s best friends was overheard saying that the two of them had been hanging out when Brick was arrested and he hadn’t heard from him since. Ben and Jack knew Brick had been released since they kept up to date with their case so they were surprised that he was missing. Ben stood up and scratched his junk lazily. He made his way across his room making sure not to tread on any of the trash on the floor and got dressed in the same clothes he had been wearing for a week. He went to his computer and once it was booted up he saw that he had a message from Jack. “Hey Ben, come meet me in the park! It’s URGENT!” Jack had typed and sent the message twenty minutes ago. Ben was confused and surprised but since Jack was one of the only people he felt comfortable with and who would speak to him these days he quickly made the decision to go see his friend. He left his room and was quickly on his way out of the door without saying a word to his family. The park wasn’t far away and Ben was walking through the gates less than fifteen minutes later. After so long cooped up at home in his bedroom it felt strange to be out in the bright sunlight, Ben almost felt like some kind of vampire as he shielded his eyes from the sun. “Ben!” Jack yelled from quite some way off. Jack ran over to Ben and the two of them walked over to a bench that was next to the only road that ran through the park. They sat down opposite each other with the road to their side. Despite the hot day the park was very quiet, it was a weekday so it wasn’t any surprise that most people were at work or in school. “What’s so urgent?” Ben asked as he looked around suspiciously. The incident at the theme park had made him paranoid. “I got a message from the owner of Wild Rapids.” Jack replied quietly. “What the Hell!? The park where we…” Ben’s eyes went wide as he suddenly scrambled off the bench and looked around more frantically, “Are you insane!?” “Calm down!” Jack quickly said as he stood up himself, “Listen, he said he wanted to meet us and discuss a “substantial settlement” to stop us publicising what happened or going after the company for compensation.” “And you trust him? How do you even know it was him?” Ben asked with a shake of the head, “These guys kidnapped us! They… They did…” “I know what they did. I was there, remember?” Jack said bitterly and sarcastically, “But if they are willing to give us several suitcases of cash I’m going to listen.” Ben sighed deeply. He had a really bad feeling about this but he sat back down on the bench anyway. His leg shook nervously and he quickly started biting his nails. Jack didn’t look much more comfortable but he managed a weak smile, he hadn’t told his friend about the nightmares he had been having that were more like flashbacks. “When are they supposed to meet us?” Ben asked after a couple of minutes. “Any second now.” Jack replied as he looked at his watch. As if on cue a large van appeared in the distance. The boys watched as it slowly made it’s way down the path towards them. The van was white and in the blazing sun was actually quite hard to look directly at as the light bounced off it. The windows appeared to be tinted because as it drew nearer it was impossible to look through them. On the side of the van was a Wild Rapids logo as well as a list of the locations of their parks. The van only stopped when it was exactly level with the bench. Ben and Jack looked at each other and then to the now stationary van. It wasn’t moving and there was no sound of movement from inside, there was something very unnerving about the way it had crept up to them. Suddenly the still air was broken as the side door to the van slid open very quickly. Robot Nannies just like those from their previous trip to the water park came pouring out. Ben was grabbed before he could even react, a large pair of metallic arms wrapped around his comparatively slender body and started pulling him from the bench. Jack had an extra second and turned to run away, he barely made it a couple of steps before his leg was grabbed and he fell face first into the grass. “No!” Ben shouted as he struggled, “Help! Help!” There was no one around and the robot’s strength easily outmatched Ben’s. The struggling young man was lifted effortlessly and taken to the van, he was passed inside to another of the Nannies who quickly set to work strapping him into an oversized toddler car seat. Ben couldn’t believe what was happening but as the harness holding him to the chair was tightened he saw his best friend getting dragged up and into the van. Ben kept shouting for help until the robot that had strapped him down stuck an oversized pacifier in his mouth. The soother was attached to a strap which went behind his head where it was tightened so that Ben couldn’t remove it. Jack was suffering the same fate in an identical car seat right next to Ben. The nurses strapped Jack down and gagged him with the pacifier in very short order. The terror flowed through Ben and Jack as they watched the van door slide shut. It felt like a horrible case of déjà vu that they were helpless to prevent. A light embedded in the ceiling turned on and after a minute the van started driving forwards and out of the park. All Ben and Jack could do was make muffled screams into their pacifier gags. The robo-nurses clearly weren’t satisfied with how helpless the two men were. Mittens were slipped on to their hands. They were forced to keep their hands in fists as the restrictive gloves were tightly tied at the wrists to prevent them slipping off. Ben felt tears flowing down his face as he struggled uselessly. He could hear the van speeding up as they left the neighbourhood where the boys had always lived. Minutes passed and the nurses stared blankly at the two terrified young men. Jack felt even worse than Ben, he felt personally responsible for this predicament and the worst part was that he had dragged Ben back into it. The van was really speeding and the guys in the back could only guess that they were now on a highway. It was barely audible over the sound of the moving vehicle but after a little while there were some sounds of movement from the front of the van. A little metal shutter was opened up and both Ben and Jack were stunned into stillness as their eyes widened in shock and fear. “Hello boys.” Brick said with a sneer, “Happy to see me?” Ben started crying twice as hard whilst Jack felt rage filling his system. Jack pulled against his restraints without any success. “You guys will be happy to hear that I’ve found a new job.” Brick continued as if this was a group of friends having a good catch up, “At a theme park as well! They have been investing heavily into AI and robotics. The owner called me up to personally offer me a job, I have no idea who he is, just offered me a contract right there and then. Made me assistant manager as well, I’m overseeing all the robotics and technology.” Ben couldn’t believe what he was seeing and hearing. After everything that had happened another theme park owner had handed Brick a job. It didn’t seem right but he had no reason to doubt the bully’s words given the situation. It was peculiar though because he was sure that Brick had no knowledge about robotics. “I can see you’re both lost for words.” Brick let out a harsh laugh, “You should have a nap. We have quite a journey ahead of us.” Ben and Jack watched as Brick lifted up a tablet and flicked his finger across the screen. The Nannies in the back of the van suddenly started moving in unison and they started to unscrew the mouth guard of the pacifiers. The latex teats that had filled the guy’s mouths came loose and were pulled out. Before either of them could make any sound other than a gurgle the Nannies attached a couple of clear tubes to the gag. The tubes went to the back of both men’s mouths, the other ends were attached to the breast area of the robots. After a couple of seconds white milk started flowing down the tubes and straight into Ben and Jack’s mouths. They swallowed as hard and fast as possible to stop the milk from overwhelming them. They could feel their bellies getting filled with the liquid and it proved to be a horrid reminder of what had happened before. Unlike when they were at “Wild Rapids” the milk stopped before it overwhelmed either of them, they thought they were receiving a small piece of good luck until their eyes started drooping heavily. “That’s it.” Brick laughed maniacally, “Just let the milk do it’s job.” Ben and Jack found it incredibly hard to stay awake. Ben’s head kept rolling forwards and then jerking back up again, he tried to keep himself conscious but the milk must’ve been spiked because everything was quickly going dark. Jack’s vision swam as he fought off the sleep that threatened to overwhelm him. He saw Ben’s head droop and stop after a minute and Jack knew he couldn’t hold on forever either. Despite fighting to the last minute his eyelids finally dropped and he could no longer open them again.

Hello there, readers! I am just so pumped to bring to you the first chapter in a brand new story! It's one that's been in the back of my head for a while now, and a recent picture, finally knocked the ripe fruit that is this story loose! The story used characters and settings from the amazingly wonderful BabyStar's comic, CottonTail Nursery! It also features the character Varden, created by Frozenpawpadz! Be sure to check out all of their cute/awesome stuff (both of which can be found on FurAffinity)! I hope that you enjoy it! Home Alone (Chapter 1) by Panther Cub "YES!" Saffron Berger cheered in her room. She had just finished running the final diagnostic on the automated changing table in her workshop, finding that all systems were running smoothly. When she had learned that she would have a three hour window all to herself at the facility the day before, she had worked until very early in the morning to finish her current project, so that she could enjoy those three hours of guaranteed privacy. She removed her goggles and set them on the workbench she had installed right by the door to her room and let out a little yawn. "I can sleep later," she said to herself, a wide grin on her muzzle. After weeks of living and working at Cottontail Nursery, there were currently no babies to be cared for or otherwise handled, aside from Varden. However, Josephine was taking him to a playdate, and then on a small shopping trip. Cleo had a doctor's appointment today and already left. Dr. Akiko was going to some specialty shop to pick up some orders and place some new ones, and Debbie had the day off. After casually inquiring about all of the different amounts of time each activity would take, Saffy, after subtracting half an hour for a just-in-case scenario, had calculated that she would have three glorious hours without any chance of someone barging in on her. She felt a thrill run through her as she closed the door to her workshop behind her and walked through her room. She glanced at herself in the reflection on her massive TV, smiling at the lavender shirt and purple shorts she was wearing. Not for much longer, she thought. She crossed over to the door and opened it, closing it behind her as she stepped out into the hall. "Saffy!" came a deep voice, causing the otter girl to reflexively flinch, not that it did any good. She immediately found herself in a bone crushing hug, courtesy of Varden himself. The big cow was dressed in an adorable orange sundress, that did nothing to hide his diaper, with a matching bow tied to each of his two horns. There was a third bow tied to the tip of his tail. Saffy took all of this in just as the air in her lungs was squeezed out. "OOPH! Varden! Lemmie go!" she said, wriggling in his iron-grip. She winced when she felt one of his hooves pat her bottom, something that had become a reflex for the large and muscular cow. "Awww, yoor still not wearin' any diapees. You'll be in trouble if you have an accident and aren't wearin' one!" Ever since the day he had gotten the thought in his head, Varden seemed to have a difficult time understanding that Saffy was not a baby. This was something that the rest of the staff found to be quite amusing and adorable. "Varden, sweetie," came the voice of the head bunny in charge, Saffy's boss Josephine, "remember what we talked about? You need to ask Saffy first if she would like a hug, and then only hug her if she says yes." Said otter quickly found herself dropped onto her bottom. She rubbed it as she stood up, looking up into the chastened face of the big guy... girl... person. Varden really was a teddy bear. "Sowwy, Saffy," Varden said, slipping a thumb into his mouth. "S'alright, no broken bones, no problem," Saffy said, actually taking a second to feel her ribs and confirm that they were indeed still intact. "Sorry about that, Saffy," the brown and white bunny said as she directed Varden to start getting into his stroller, leaning down to buckle him in herself. "Varden's just so excited and toddled away the second I took my eyes off of him." "Like I said, no worries! In fact, let me help carry the diaper bag to the elevator!" Saffy picked up the bright yellow duffle bag with a grunt, and started to carry it past the front desk area. Debbie had already headed out, as did Akiko and Cleo. Three down, just two to go! Saffy thought, fighting to contain her excitement. "If I didn't know any better, I would think that you were trying to get rid of all of us, Saffy," Josephine said to the excited otter, a note of bemused suspicion in her tone, as she pushed Varden along in his bright white stroller. One of Akiko's designs. When turned on, it would emit a certain vibration that caused the eye to just sort of slip right over it without actually seeing it. Not invisibility, as Akiko had explained to Saffy, more like a form of camouflage. This made it easier to transport their charges in public. Of course, to counter this, Akiko had also developed bracelets that nullified the effect on the wearer. This was due to some confusion when the stroller prototype was first implemented. Luckily, they had managed to use the tracking chip in the stroller to find it before the occupant could complete her escape plan. Saffy snorted and rolled her eyes. "Now why would I ever want some time away from a mad scientist who likes to randomly experiment on others, a perpetual party girl who likes to tease and cause mischief when she's bored, a giant nanny who tries to mother anything she can get her hooves on, and a giant toddler who routinely tries to hug the life outta me?" The older bunny seemed to consider this. "Perhaps you do make a good point, Saffy." Varden, however, looked up from his large stroller with wide eyes, the sarcasm having clearly gone over his head. "Awww, you can come to pway with me an' my friend Gracy on our playdate, Saffy!" Saffy chuckled, nervously, while her boss tried to hold back a laugh. "Th-that's okay, Varden," Saffy said, reaching over to ruffle his hair, making the cow giggle. "I need that extra alone time to get my big surprise all ready." "Will it be candy?" Varden asked with wide and shining eyes, making Saffy and Josephine laugh. "No, it won't be candy," Saffy said, bemused. "I for one am very excited to see this surprise of yours, Saffy. I'm sure that it's going to be just wonderful!" Saffy had quickly learned that Josephine was without a doubt the best boss she had ever worked for. While tough when she needed to be, she was also kind, funny, and supportive. "Now, if you have any trouble at all, don't be afraid to call my cell, or anyone else's for that matter." Josephine said as the elevator doors opened. "Yup, if anything happens, which it won't, I will!" Saffy said, passing off the diaper bag, once again amazed at how easily Josephine carried it. "Alright. I trust you, Saffy," she said, pressing her thumb to the scanner. "Have a nice afternoon!" Saffy said with a wave just as the doors closed. She waited there a few moments, before jumping in the air with glee. "FINALLY!" she cried, before hurrying off to the nursery section. She wasn't going to waste any time. She went into the playroom, the non adult-one of course, and gathered up some blocks, a few plush toys, a pretty blankie she had had her eye on for some time now, and a purple pacifier. With a wide grin on her face, she moved on into the nap section and gathered up a few diapers, some baby powder, a tub of baby wipes, and a cute outfit that she also had had her eye on for a while. Finally, she stopped at the kitchen to grab a bottle of strawberry milk in the back of the fridge. Akiko had loaded up a few of them, explaining that they were for an upcoming acquisition or something. Saffy hadn't been paying too close attention as she had been tinkering with a part for the automated changing table, and since the good doctor loved going on about her different experiments. All she knew was that she LOVED strawberry milk and figured that one measly bottle wouldn't be missed. With her arms loaded down with all the supplies she was going to need, she started to make her way to her room. She looked down at her haul, feeling the bubbling excitement practically about to burst out. That was until she took a good look at the binky. She stopped by the front desk and examined it closely. "Wait a sec," she said aloud to no one, "this is one of Akiko's hypno binkies. That was close." She laughed and set it down right there on the desk, thankful she had actually paid attention for this one. Once placed in someone's mouth, it started to send signals to the brain encouraging sucking, as well as subliminally implanting an urge to suckle, with the intent of it becoming second nature after a prolonged period of time exposed to it. How it got mixed in with the fresh binkies, Saffy didn't know, nor did she see fit to question it. "I'll take it back when I go get a proper paci," she said, making a mental note to closely examine the binky's before she takes one. Using one of her feet, encased in her workbooks, she slid the door to her room open, and didn't bother to close the door. She set the toys and blankie and bottle down on her coffee table, before continuing to her workshop. This time with a free hand, she opened the door, and made a beeline straight for her automated changing table. It looked much like one of the regular changing tables, until it was activated. Saffy first set about opening different compartments and doors, loading in the changing supplies, and even folding up the clothes she had picked out and loading them in as well. Once she was done, she grabbed her tablet from her workbench and synced it up to the table. Saffy tapped on the screen, going into the settings menu... and paused. Am I really gunna do this? she thought as she hesitated. Then, she steeled herself, and continued on, registering herself in the changing table's system... as an un-potty-trained toddler. "Here we go," Saffy said as she hit the enter button. It took a second, and then it was confirmed that the changes to the settings had been made. Saffy set the tablet on her workbench, and took a step towards the changing table, stopping when she heard the tinny mechanical female voice. "Charge detected. Assessment: ... Care needed." Two large mechanical hands came out and picked Saffy up, laying her down on the changing table. She was tempted to try and get off, just to test how the device would further restrain her, but decided against it. Already, two more hands appeared, and all four set to work. Two made quick work of untying her work boots and removing them, followed by the socks. They were discarded in a side bag that Saffy had set up just for her clothes. Then the hands unbuttoned and unzipped her shorts, and slid them off her legs. "What a good little girl I have!" the voice praised, now sounding like Josephine and making Saffy smile and blush. She knew her boss was going to love that touch. Now only in her shirt and underwear, the hands gently, but quickly, tugged the shirt off over her head. Now it was just her matching white cotton bra and panties. She was sat up so that the bra could be unhooked and removed, just as her panties were slid off. Once the last articles of her adult clothing went into the bag, it was tied shut, and set down to the side. Saffy felt more than a little vulnerable as she sat there, completely nude on the changing table. The metallic hands set about gently pushing her back down. Two hands grabbed her ankles and raised her legs, just as one of the folded diapers was dispensed from a slot on the table. The diaper was unfolded and fluffed out. Saffy smiled and blushed as she saw the cute baby block design on it. As it was placed underneath her raised bottom, a hole appeared in the center of one of the hands, and a baby wipe was pulled out by the fingers. Said hand then used it to wipe around Saffy's soon-to-be diaper area. She jumped a little at the coldness of the wipe, but still smiled. The wipe was discarded in a built-in trash canister, and the hole in the hand closed up, just as a series of small holes opened in a different hand. It lightly started to puff out some baby powder, which it used to liberally dust Saffy's upturned bottom, and then her front. All the while another hand came out and proceeded to thread Saffy's tail through the hole in the back of the diaper, fastening the tape there. Saffy's legs were lowered onto the soft and crinkly diaper in time with the hand dealing with her tail, and they finished the diapering off by bringing the front up and taping it all nice and snug. Saffy sat up and poked at her diaper, smiling as she felt a thrill run through her body again. "Alright, sweetie," Josephine's voice came from the speakers in the table, "can you lift your hands up for me, like a big girl?" Saffy giggled and quickly complied. "Such a good girl you are!" the device praised again as it brought a bright red t-shirt down over her head and arms. The front read 'You know I'm cute. Deal with it!' in black letters. Saffy was then stood up as her tail was threaded through the back of a black skirt, that only covered the top half of her new padding, and had black suspender straps, which the hands brought up over her shoulders. It finished everything off by nimbly parting her thick red locks and using two red bows to tie it into a pair of bunched-up pigtails. "You have been such a good girl, that it's going into your file!" the table praised and picked Saffy up under her arms, sitting her down with a light crinkle on the floor. My file? Saffy wondered, suddenly realizing that a proxy file must have been made and saved in the system, Okay. I just have to make sure to delete it when I'm done, before anyone sees it. Standing up, Saffy giggled at the feeling of a small pillow between her legs, and walked with a bit of a waddle over to her workbench. She yawned as she put the changing table on standby, planning to try and wet and experience a complete diaper change now that she experienced a diapering. "It works great! They're gunna love it!" Saffy said, as she then toddled out into her room, and smiled at the toys. She picked up a white and brown bunny and giggled, realizing that the coloration matched Josephine perfectly. With a crinkly plop, Saffy grabbed her remote and turned her tv onto a cartoon channel. Then she grabbed her bottle, happy that it was still nice and cold, and stuck the nipple in her mouth. It too her a few tries, but she finally got a taste of the delicious strawberry milk inside, and after some more trial and error, got into a suckling rhythm that kept it flowing. When she noticed that she kept starting to nod off, Saffy made a decision. "Okay," she said after removing the bottle, but before a yawn, "a quick nap. I'll just set my watch alarm so I don't forget." She set her watch to wake her up in a half an hour, and curled up under the soft purple fleece blankie, that was so warm and nice, and cuddled the stuffed bunny. In seconds, she was lightly snoring. Unbeknownst to the napping otter, she was no longer alone in the facility. Cleo hummed to herself as she walked in the front door. "Saffy? It turns out zat my appointment vas for next week. Isn't that silly?" Cleo smiled as she walked by the front desk... her eyes spotting something on it. It was a purple binky. Puzzled, she picked it up and examined it. "Not one of Vardens," the maternal deer muttered, wondering what a binky was doing on Debbie's desk. She noticed that the door to Saffy's room was open, and walked down to poke her head in. "Saffy?" Cleo's eyes went wide at the sight before her. All over Saffy's floor were numerous blocks and some soft toys, many of which she recognized from being from the nursery. There was a half-drunk bottle on the coffee table. And lying nearby, partially covered by a bright purple blankie from the nap area, was Saffy, fast asleep. Cleo cooed at the sight, capable of seeing the otter's adorable shirt and skirt, as well as her padding underneath. Now why would she hide this from us? Cleo wondered as she walked in, her overzealous maternal instincts kicking in instantly. She reached down and gently gathered Saffy and her blankie up in her arms, expertly swaddling her. She smiled softly as she remembered the binky she found and, removing it from the pocket she had put it into and slipped it in, the otter never once stirring. Instead, she sighed happily in her sleep, and began sucking, making a Nuk-Nuk-Nuk sound. Without any thought, Cleo carried Saffy out into the hall, rocking her and humming a lullaby, and carried her into the nursery. There, she spied a crib and laid her down in it. She turned on the mobile, which had little multi-colored fish on it, that started playing a tune, with the fish lighting up in different soft colors. It was one of the new ones Akiko had made. Cleo leaned down and kissed her new charge on the forehead, before heading back into her room to gather up all the toys and bring her her bottle. She noticed that the door to Saffy's workshop was opened, and decided to poke her head in. Cleo nodded in understanding as she saw the changing machine all set up, the cabinets underneath stocked, not fully, but with a few things. So this was her big surprise, Cleo mused as she slid the door shut and resumed gathering up the rest of the baby supplies. She must have been waiting for what she felt was the right time to tell us this is what she wants. Cleo thought, smiling. She was careful to tip-toe gently around so as not to wake the sleeping bundle as she re-entered the nursery. She put most of the toys away, but decided to lay the bunny in the crib with Saffy, as well as her bottle, in case she got hungry. She held a hoof to her mouth to stifle a giggle as she saw Saffy, her arms free, reach out and cuddle the bunny that she now realized looked a lot like Josephine, and then left and shut the door behind herself. She had a call to place. Unbeknownst to Cleo, the mobile that was tinkling right above Saffy was part of an experimental batch, not a regular one. As the occupant of the crib slept below it, the sweet music would implant subliminal messages. Each one was different. Some were designed for the more "adult" sections of the nursery. This one, thankfully, was much more innocent. The fish mobile was designed to mentally help new arrivals come to view their captors as natural authority figures to be obeyed, as well as for the conscious mind to ignore the signals alerting them of a coming need to wet or mess. It should be noted that the need for the binky was being planted in her mind as well as the other aforementioned infantile traits. While multiple sessions with the mobile were required to start making the suggestions permanent, the strongest one was most certainly the obedience to the designated authority figures registered in the system... which presently did not include Saffy, so thankfully that prevented a machine-breaking paradox. What's more, the second strongest implant was already starting to take hold. Saffy started to squirm a little in her sleep, and then relaxed, as her bladder emptied out into her diaper, not once waking up. Cleo was walking back to the nursery, now dressed in her usual apron, pockets already loaded with supplies, her cellphone in her hoof. "Josephine, it is as I said. I came back, and Saffy vas already fast asleep, dressed like a baby, she even had toys and a baba! I had nothing to do vith it!" "You promise that you did not just return and start babying Saffy yourself Cleo? We all know how much you enjoy mothering pretty much anything smaller than yourself," the mature bunny on the other end semi-joked. "I swear!" Cleo said, a slight roll of her eyes. "Well, isn't that her business then?" Josephine asked, Cleo able to hear Varden giggling in the background, no doubt playing his silly moo heart out. "She left her door vide open! And she even designed ze automated changing machine to recognize her as a toddler! I think zat she's vanted to tell us zis for a vile, but decided to surprise us. She even left her binky right on ze front desk where anyone could see it! And before you ask, I checked, it's not one of Varden's." There was a pause on the other end. "... Hmm... alright. Wait for her to wake up and then, gently, Cleo, ask her if this was her surprise to us. The key is to not embarrass her or scare her away for good, alright?" "I vill be as gentle and loving as can be," Cleo said. "Alright, and if she says no, we don't need to tell her that you called anyone about it. If she's humiliated, assure her that it will just be between you two and that you never have to talk about it again, understood?" "Yes, boss!" Cleo said in excitement. She could hear Varden's laughter getting louder, followed by something that sounded like screeching metal and a loud bang, and Varden bawling his eyes out. "Oh no! Varden! I said to stay off those swings, honey. Let Mama Jojo see the booboo," and she hung up. Cleo felt a moment's worry for Varden, but knew that he would most likely be alright, what with being built like a tank. I certainly hope that you liked the first chapter! Please feel free to leave a review! (It really is a wonderful little pick-me-up.)

"At the sound of the tone, it will be Eight in the morning on Tuesday the Ninth, Twenty Thirty Three." "Thanks, Google." Takara Akiyama sighed, crossing her legs as she sat in the driver's seat of her car. Despite being behind the wheel, she wasn't the one in control. No, her self driving Lexus drove in a pack of other autonomous vehicles, all traveling the same rate of speed as they quietly traversed the streets of Tokyo. Even though each light she went though was green, all synchronized to facilitate a better flow of traffic, the forty one year old Prosecutor wasn't exactly pleased as the minutes ticked by. Her bladder was uncomfortably close to bursting and she didn't even realize it until she was halfway to her daughter's daycare. Merely sitting in her leather seat was agitating things, putting undue pressure on her abdomen, which she realized was bulging a little. As she sat there, tired from waking up early due to her daughter's cries and shifting uncomfortably in her seat because she had forgotten to use the toilet before showering, she simply wished that she had more time. Being a mother was bittersweet for Takara since she truly loved her daughter, but despised all the added demands and stress that a working mother had to deal with. Sure, her husband was a great father and did his best, always letting her relax when she got home with a home cooked meal waiting for her and Emi. However, he had to leave earlier than her in the mornings, leaving her to take care of Emi and get her to daycare while she drove to work. How she longed for how things used to be when she was a teenager with her future husband. Back then, if you were running late, you could take advantage of hitting all the lights green by speeding up and passing all the others in their dust, but no, she just had to sit there and enjoy her commute patiently like everyone else. At the very least, she wasn't trapped on the subway like some of her girlfriends. This was the trade off in a world where practically everything was digitally dictated and all the machines did the work; flawless efficiency was mandated. The freedom to merely hit the gas pedal, or in this case the accelerator, was gone. The car drove uniformly with all the others, obeying the speed limit. Ultimately, there was no real excuse for being late. Only a human error was to blame if you were running late and Takara knew that it was her fault. Even though she was still trying to meet the hectic demands brought on by raising a baby, she knew her bosses weren't going to be pleased with her when she arrived late to work again for the third time that month. She sat there squirming in place, hands on the sides of her tiny tummy. “Momma!" A cute voice called from the carseat in the back of her car. "Yes, Emi?" The brownish haired woman looked back at her bundle of joy. "I go poopeh!" Announced the sixteen month old as she slapped a rattle against her soiled diaper. "Of course you did." The middle aged mother sighed once more as a bizarre pang of jealousy hit the professional woman. For a brief moment, she was actually envious of her baby for being able to just use the bathroom wherever she wanted. Takara shook that thought away and was glad for the distraction her daughter gave her. She had been bouncing her leg while occasionally tapping her foot. Basically, doing anything other than thinking about the growing feeling of urgency inside of her midsection. Takara smiled at her daughter and considered giving her daughter a diaper change to not only pass the time, but to clean up her little one. She could easily change her daughter's diaper, the fact that she didn’t have to drive afforded her the ability to just spin her chair around and tend to her daughter. But the prosecutor ultimately decided on letting the daycare change her baby girl. After all, she didn't want to take the risk of getting talcum powder on her immaculate black business dress suit. However, Takara couldn't help but fear that talcum powder was going to be the least of her worries as her wriggling and shuddering only grew more frequent. 'What if I pee myself before we get to the daycare?!' She was perched right on the edge of her seat, scared she might cough or sneeze and completely lose control, spraying her piss wildly all over the luxury sedan's driver's seat. A lone cry from the back of the car pulled her away from her growing anxiety. "Don't worry, sweetie." Takara spoke softly, but urgently. A sudden sense of relief washed over the worried woman when she noticed her GPS. "We're just about to arrive at Daycare!" Takara felt like the weight was being lifted right off of her shoulders. She could use the restroom at the daycare after dropping her daughter off for the day. 'Oh, thank goodness!' The sea of of monochromatic vehicles parted, their internal systems communicating to one and another that Mrs. Akiyama's silver Lexus demanded priority to change lanes and park. As the self driving car pulled up to the curb, parking in between two other vehicles, the parking meter scanned her license plate, digitally subtracting the parking fee for ten minutes as she had programmed her account to do. "Upsie daisy!" Mrs. Akiyama cooed as she scooped up her daughter and placed her on her hip. The middle aged mother carried her daughter into a brightly painted, pastel colored storefront, the doors opening automatically while a neon sign brightly announced to the average passerby that this business was the "Sunshine Semi-Automated Daycare" facility. Where as most of Japanese society had blazed forward, staring fearlessly into an increasingly autonomous future, the daycare industry lagged behind, and rightly so. Unlike all other facets of modern life, society was still fearful about letting cold, calculating machines handle and care for the next generation of life. However, cracks were starting to appear in this cultural reluctance thanks to mothers like Takara Akiyama, who were willing to place their children into such high tech facilities. While the middle aged mom could brag to her friends that she was a hip and trendy mother, she ultimately chose this daycare because it was fairly cheap, even for an expensive nation such as Japan. But even she wasn't so petty as to put her baby's life in danger just to save a few thousand yen. The prosecutor demanded a demonstration after meeting with the owner of the facility. Her numerous concerns were put to rest when she watched the automated system change and clean another baby. The icing on the preverbaily cake was when she saw that the babysitting portion was still done by teenage girls. With this knowledge, Takara felt no guilt in placing her baby girl into such a daycare. "Hello?" Takara called out to an empty lobby. She glanced around the sleek yet comfortable waiting area and noticed that the public bathroom door was still locked, an obvious padlock still sealing the room shut, keeping her from the porcelain throne she sought desperately to mount. The professional with a baby in her arms walked up to an oval brown wooden desk that had a few small plants situated atop of it. The workstation below was vacant, only an empty chair sat in front of a flat screen computer monitor greeted her. It seemed that the usual receptionist was most likely in the back. This was fairly normal since she was almost always the first one to drop off her daughter, Emi. However, she normally wasn't about to piss her pants while dropping off her baby. "Hey!" Takara yelled, banging on thelittle bell that sat by the plants. "I need someone to unlock the bathroom!" She squeezed her knees together as she stood in front of the desk, waiting for someone, anyone to help her. She didn't know if she could make it that much longer while she struggled not to clutch her pelvis with her free hand. Takara was already rocking back and forth a little when she felt a little pee escape into her pristine black panties. "Ohhpp!" She uttered out loud, blushing tremendously. Growing extremely desperate, the middle aged mother waddled over to the baby drop off slat in the wall. The cold, stainless steel panel on the wall could be opened by a handlebar and in went your child. However, Takara wasn't going to use the slot for its intended purpose. She sat her daughter onto the tiled floor, not wanting to frighten her baby by the ensuing shouting she was about to perform. With baby Emi happily sat on her mushy tushy, Takara pulled back the door of the delivery shoot. "Somebody better get out here and open this door right now!" Takara yelled at the top of her lungs into the dark, metal corridor. A pair of newly graduated college girls were busy cleaning up the daycare since they had forgotten to turn on the cleaning bot yesterday evening. Upon hearing Takara's long shouting, they paused their cleaning and looked towards the front of the daycare. "Did you hear that?" A fresh faced girl with a neon pink streak through her hair asked her coworker. "Yeah, someone sounds pissed off." Her coworker replied. "You think the machine is acting up or something?" The woman with the trendy hair stated with worry in her voice. "Yuki, you worry way too much. Obviously, you forgot to turn on the machine and some mom is upset. I'll just turn it on and everything will sort itself out." "Yeah, you're right, Aoi. I forgot to turn on the machine." Yuki blushed. "Yep, that's why I'm the assistant manager. I have critical thinking skills." Aoi smiled and walked over to the wall, pressing a button which turned on the machine. "See, problem solv-" A loud, shocked scream came echoing down the daycare, interrupting Aoi's boasting. Unbeknownst to the two college girls, Takara shouting wasn't about the machine being off. Thanks to the two lazy girls, the professional had thoroughly pissed her sleek business skirt, her nylons and panties too were absolutely soaked. The pissed off prosecutor leaned her body into the delivery slot, ensuring that everyone inside this damned daycare would hear her rage. However, the fully operational machine sensed weight on the delivery slot Takara was leaning on and was quick to spring into action. In her angered state, Takara had forgotten about the automated diapering and dressing system that the daycare utilized. Before she knew what was happening a set of gloved hands had grabbed her by the shoulders and yanked her from the lobby and into the machine! "What are you doing?!" The middle aged mother shrieked in surprise. Takara wiggled and jiggled her body, kicking her feet wildly as she was all but dragged onto the rubber surface of the conveyor belt. *Wet Fussy Baby Detected!* A computerized voice declared which only made the soaking wet prosecutor all the more enraged. "I'm not a baby, you oversized washing machine!" Takara screamed. *Initiating Scan* "Good." The prosecutor sighed as a red laser went up and down her body. "Happy? Told you that I wasn't a-" *Baby's Physical Profile Not In Database* "Of course I'm not in your database as a baby you stupid tin can! I'm the mother!" *Creating New Profile. Mother, Please Speak The Name Of Your Baby* "I told you that I'm not a baby! I'm Takara Akiyama, mother of-" *Baby Takara Akiyama, Older Sister Of Emi Akiyama* "No! No! Noooo!" Takara whined. "I'm not the older sister of my daughter!" *Takara Akiyama Young Sister To Emi Akiyama Confirmed?* "You've got to be kidding me!" Takara barked at the machine's question. "Emi is sixteen months old! I'm forty one for crying out loud!" *41 Months Old Is Takara Akiyama's Age, Correct?* This line of questioning was really starting to get on Takara's nerves. She was sitting in her own piss soaked clothing, restrained by robotic hands while a computer as smart as her cell phone was picking and choosing which words to listen to. "Takara Akiyama is not forty one months old!" The middle aged mother decided to talk about herself in the third person since this thing was obviously listening to her as if she was her own mother. *Confirmed! Takara Akiyama Is Forty One Weeks Old!* "Look!" Takara sighed. "Takara Akiyama is forty one YEARS old. Understood?" *Error! Only Children Five Years And Younger Can Be Received!* "Finally!" Takara felt like she was starting to get somewhere with this contraption. *Takara Akiyama Is Not Older Sister To Emi Akiyama. Takara Akiyama Is Not Forty One Months old.* Takara was starting to relax as the computer was in the process of vocalizing its thought process. That was until she heard the computer come up with its final assessment. *Takara Akiyama Is Forty One Weeks Old Or Ten Months Old If Prefered For Her File* "I am going to sue you if you don't get me out of here right this second!" The middle aged prosecutor threatened, trying to sound as menacing as possible for a grown woman who was covered in her own piss. *Get Baby Takara Akiyama Out of Her Wet Clothes!* Suddenly a new set of mechanical arms swiftly came out from the sides of the belt and started taking off her black blazer. As Takara thrashed about, the hand went to work unbuttoning her brilliant black blouse, exposing her racy, silk bra. The middle aged mother couldn't believe that the machine was undressing her, and for anyone to see! She crossed her legs, trying to stop the hands from yanking down her sodden skirt and panties. Her curling toes could only do so much as her professional heels were removed, leaving her in just nylon as her skirt was quickly yanked down her bouncing legs! In no time flat, the flustered professional was stripped down to nothing. Takara knew that this wasn't what was supposed to be happening! She was an adult! Not some baby that this machine could strip and- *Initiating Bath Protocol!* "No!" Takara cried out. "I don't need a bath!" The arms lifted her off of the belt and gently sat her into a small wash basin full of soapy water. Takara could only imagine how pathetic she looked; a forty one year old woman, naked and in a tiny bathing tub meant for a one year old. The water was only six inches deep and barely even covered her ass. "Okay. I'm clean now! Takara sarcastically announced as she stood up from the tiny tub. "I'm leaving. Can you let me out of here?!" However, the machine had other ideas. She was roughly grabbed by her shoulders and forced into a fetal position. The horrified woman screamed as she was assaulted by an onslaught on personal hygiene products in half a foot of water. Hands came at the poor Asian woman from all sides, most holding rough-bristled brushes that mercilessly scrubbed every part of her body. While the brushes worked on her back and thighs, a particularly aggressive loofah paid particular attention to cleaning her piss covered vagina. Despite how horrible the situation was, Takara couldn't help moaning loudly as the loofah rubbed against her sensitive mound, occasionally breaching her tight lower lips as it was repeatedly ran across her pussy. Luckily for Takara, the loofah and it's brethren brushes retreated into the sides of the conveyor belt. The middle aged professional was baffled by how forceful the machinery treated her as she gazed at her sore, red skin. The bristles had literally left their mark on her poor porcelain skin. However, Takara didn't have long to lament on her banged up knees and scratched up skin as yet again, she was yanked up from the basin and laid back onto the belt. Within seconds several metallic arms popped out from the sides of the conveyor belt and started roughly drying her naked wet body with towels. *Baby Is Clean. Initiating Health Check Up!* The arms forced Takara to lay on her back and propped her legs up, exposing her shapely ass. The prosecutor could only frown by this development, not entirely sure what to expect. She vaguely recalled the machine weighing her daughter Emi when she watched the enrollment process be finalized. She also remembered that they took her baby's temperature by giving her a rectal- "No!" Takara cried out. "You're not going to shove that thing up my- Uugghh!" Without warning the thick invasive thermometer was firmly pushed into the middle aged mother’s back passage causing the woman to cry out as she was penetrated. The machine worked the thermometer until it was firmly in place, deep in her asshole. Takara would've never imagined that her day would turn into this! Here she was, with her ass in the air, on a conveyor belt, as a phallic like medical device was proudly sticking out of her ass like a flag pole! Finally, the gloved hand plucked the thermometer from her tight ass and held it up, pretending to read it. Takara had no way of knowing this, but the computer had already remotely read the results and cataloged them into its database thanks to a tiny chip which was built directly into each thermometer. The hand holding the thermometer up was merely for show. *Temperature Is Normal* "I swear that you're going to need a doctor when I'm done with this place!" *Engage Weighing!* Before she could hurl more threats at the machine, she felt her body leave the belt as it was dropped onto an ice cold Steel plate. The prosecutor involuntary shivered as the plate steadily began to sink slightly from the added weight. Takara instinctively wrapped her arms around her average breasts, shielding her naked form, trying to save even an ounce of her dignity as she sat butt naked on the cold metallic slab. A loud ding announced to her, and the machine, that the weighing was complete. Unbeknownst to Takara, an indicator on the side of the baby scale turned on, displaying her weight for anyone to see. *One hundred and twenty nine pounds, two ounces* *That's A Big Baby!* Takara didn't know whether to be insulted or hope that the machine had finally realized that she was too heavy to be a baby. After all, one hundred and twenty nine pounds was a perfect weight for a woman who was five foot six inches tall. *Baby Must Be Constipated! Initializing Enema Cleansing!* Takara felt her whole body shudder. She knew that there was only one thing that could possibly mean! The gloved hands hoisted her up by each one of her limbs and laid her back onto the belt. Takara looked up and immediately spotted her awaiting enema solution; A massive enema bag appeared, a fat tube ending in a buttplug dangled from the bag. Takara turned around and immediately tried to crawl away from the hand holding the end of the tube, but she didn't get far! The hands grabbed her and carried her over to where the enema was waiting. However, in the machine's haste to help heal the "baby's" upset stomach, it had dragged Takara back upside down! The middle aged woman watched in horror as the tip of the buttplug was forced into her mouth. She tried to push it out with her tongue, but for some reason the enema solution was numbing her tongue! Takara had no way of knowing this, but all enemas that were administered to babies at the daycare were made from a specific blend that ensured their insides would not feel any pressure or pain. Takara could only moan and whine as she swallowed the solution. The numbing agent that was slowly being forced into her mouth flowed down her throat,causing her vocal cords to become numb. In literally minutes they were rendered numb, leaving the middle aged mother unable to communicate! Despite being pumped into her via the wrong hole, the poor woman was still getting filled up. Her stomach slowly expanding outwards as she tried to shout her protests from around the plug that was firmly lodged in her mouth. After several minutes of struggling, Takara resigned herself to her fate and leamed her head downwards, what greeted her eyes caused her to groan in surprise. Her tortured tummy, once skinny and slender now took on the shape of a nine month pregnant woman! Even though it was designed to be a gentle enema, it was also specially created to cleanse a constipated baby. As Takara gawked at her taut and round belly, the mixture was fast at work, quickly cleaning her stomach while the Asian woman whined and groaned behind her impromptu gag, tears streaming down her cheeks as wave after wave of terrible cramps rocked her bulging belly. *Enema Fully Administered. Engage Diapering!* "Mmmpphhh!" With a yank of the hose, the middle aged mother had regained her mouth. She wasted no time resuming her verbal attack on the machine as she tried to rebel against her bonds. However, the hands easily manipulated her body, laying Takara down on top of an awaiting diaper. The prosecutor felt like her ass was sitting on a pillow, but she knew from what the computer said that it was an enlarged diaper. infantile garment was grabbed by the robotic hands and was pulled over her pussy. 'There's no way this will fit me!' Much to her surprise, the hands quit diapering her and lowered the diaper. "Finaawwy!" Takara yelled out before she clamped her mouth shut. She couldn't believe what bizarre sound had escaped her mouth. It sounded like baby babble! A loud crackle alerted Takara that something wasn't right. A forceful hiss was heard before a cold sensation enveloped her diaper area. The middle aged mother looked up in time to see that the hand was spraying her crotch with shaving cream as the canister it held blasted her crotch with a creamy foam. "Nooeee!" Takara whined as she was forced to watch the gloved hand run a four blade razor through her foam coated crotch. Pass after pass removed every hair that had once existed between her legs, leaving her smooth as a baby's bottom. A wet wipe was ran between her thighs, removing the excess foam and giving big baby Takara her first glance at her freshly shaven womanhood. "Ugghh! Dis no whike id!!!" It took only seconds but her overgrown forest of a bush was gone, replaced with pale skin. The hair that had been covering her pussy, her badge of womanhood, had been removed! Her crotch had been shaved bald! Takara was so upset with her shaving that she barely even noticed when the robotic hands taped her into her new adult sized pamper. Once she felt the bulk of her plastic underwear she cries renewed with vigor. And yet the machine ignored the tantrum throwing forty one year old baby as it pulled a yellow diaper cover over her pamper while it simultaneously dressed her in a pink and white shirt. The middle aged adult baby was so distraught by her new wardrobe that she failed to notice that the conveyor belt was nearing its end. Her wriggling and kicking only increased as did her babyish wails when she was dropped down into a slide which deposited her out into the daycare proper. She landed right in front of the two young women. Each girl looked at each other in disbelief, unsure of what to make of the adult baby who was twice their age. Takara stared at the two college aged daycare attendants, trying to clamp her asshole tight as it threatened to blast poop into the back of her pampers. Even though her diaper was covered by a yellow diaper cover, she didn't want to shame herself by pooping her pampers in front of two girls who were literally half her age. "Umm…" Yuki muttered, simply dumbfounded. A loud, muffled fart broke the awkward silence of the daycare as Takara pushed everything out into her awaiting disposable. The gushing torrent of enema fluid created a sickening muck that rapidly enveloped Takara's freshly shaved clit. "I don't think that the manual covers this."Aoi stated as sge watched the mother of one of her charges thoroughly pack her pampers. "No shit." Yuki replied. "WAAAHHHHH!!!" The once proud prosecutor cried out at the top of her lungs, flailing her arms and legs as she realized what she had just done. "I think we better change her." Yuki offered. "That's not in my job description." Aoi countered. "How about you do it?" "One. Two. Three. Not it!" Yuki announced. "Ugh, you bitch." Aoi sighed and sat down in front of the bawling mother. "Let Aoi change your diaper and maybe we can figure out how to fix this, okay?" Takara ceased her crying and gave the young woman a dirty look. Well, it may have been a dirty look, but her look definitely wasn't as dirty as her diaper…. The End! If you enjoyed this story than feel free to check out my Patreon for more stories about all manner of different diaper based things! https://www.patreon.com/user?u=6660213

This is a short commission we got for a mechanical nursery story in the world of Miss Kobayashi's Dragon Maid, which is an amazing anime and you should totally watch it! Only 12 episodes, and it's getting a season 2 very soon. Anyway! Enjoy the story. It's only four chapters, but the completed PDF and ePub are already available on our Patreon. Please consider supporting us! ~~~~~~~~~~~ Miss Kobayashi’s Dragon Babies by: Sophie & Pudding *Commissioned by: Anonymous Chapter One: "What is it?" Saikawa asked. Kanna looked up at the machine with wide, curious eyes. "I dunno." Yesterday, Kobayashi brought it home. It was something from work, something she was supposed to fix. It had a programming error and Kobayashi's job was to resolve programming errors. But Tohru was determined to figure it out herself. She ran out to the store to buy a programming book, so she could help Kobayashi with her job. That left Kanna - the youngest dragon - and Saikawa - her friend from school - alone with the machine. "Lady Tohru said not to touch it," Kanna told her friend, and went up to the machine to investigate all the same. "Lady Tohru," Saikawa reflected, walking up to the room-sized device, "isn't here, and Miss Kobayashi would let us so its okay?” The brunette girl reached over and leaned on a large lever with a big black ball on the end, which creaked down from one position to another. She held her breath, wide-eyed, but nothing happened. "See? It's fiiine!" Kanna looked onward at the large machine. "I guess it's broken after all," Kanna said to her friend, and went to pull a lever of her own. Nothing happened. So she started pushing buttons on the keypad. Each button made a small tone and Kanna started to play a song. "Beep, beep, beep," Kanna mimicked, laughing at the sound of her music. "Saikawa, maybe it's an instrument." "Oh! I could play it and you could go inside and sing, like one of those karaoke booths are the mall!" Saikawa chirped happily, bouncing on the balls of her feet. "Maybe it prints photos too!" And a photo of Kanna for her bedroom mirror? Saikawa could just about have one of her patented freak outs over that! "Oh, okay." Kanna looked around the machine with confusion, then she had a moment of enlightenment. There was a large square doorway at the end of a conveyer belt - that must be where the karaoke part was. She struggled to climb up onto the belt, flashing her panties to Saikawa in the process. And cue the freak out! By the time Saikawa recovered from the head-spin and settled back down to earth, Kanna was well and truly inside the machine. "Okay uh..." No pressure, Saikawa, you can do this! Beep. Bloop. Bap. Oh, it started to make a noise. Kanna sat alone in the dark room, waiting for the screen to turn on. Where was the microphone? She couldn't sing without a microphone. Then the machine around her began to whirl and wheeze. The doors on the ends snapped shut and a bright light filled the small room. Blinded by the sudden brightness, robotic arms extended down and grabbed Kanna's dress. "Hey!" "I know, I know, Kanna, I'm trying to make it work!" Because of course, Saikawa thought that exclamation was was a grab for her attention. She didn't even consider that her crush might be in trouble. The machine pulled at Kanna's dress until it wrestled it off over her head. She reached for it in frustration, but it was all too quick. "That's mine! Give it back!" The arms disappeared into the walls and another arm came out holding a new shirt, perfectly sized to Kanna's little body. "What's yours? Oh, is it asking for money?" Saikawa leaned on a lever while she fished around in her pockets for some yen, and pursed her lips. "I have about a hundred yen, Kanna! Do you need it?" Kanna struggled with the mechanical arms, but despite her dragon-strength, she couldn't overpower or outsmart the movements of the arms. Soon, she was dressed in a pale pink shirt with white trim, with a picture of a pacifier on the front. Then the machine produced a new item from the wall, something Kanna hadn't seen in a very long time. A diaper. Though it looked no different from a baby design, it was larger, large enough to fit Kanna's small body, and much, much thicker. "Um, hold on, I'm coming in!" Saikawa offered helpfully, tripping against the control panel and landing her hand on a cluster of buttons on the way through. "I wanna be in the karaoke photo Kanna, don't hog it all!" The mechanical arms pulled Kanna's ankles high into the air. Kanna - resigned to this whole fate - crossed her arms in annoyance as the diaper was placed under her bottom. A little red laser cut the sides of her panties off and pulled them away, before a huge cloud of baby powder filled the area. "I'm a powerful dragon," Kanna muttered to herself, "and this dumb box is treating me like a little baby." When Saikawa got to the door, she was no help at all, not with the way she started screaming and freaking out. Kanna was so fricking cute! The diaper was unexpected… but Kanna was a tiny gothic lolita girl and it worked just fine for her. Kanna was lying on her back, looking up at her friend with irritation all over her face, dressed in nothing but the diaper and t-shirt. "This is stupid," she muttered, before the conveyer belt moved again. Saikawa was forced into the brightly lit room and a door shut behind her. Then, as the belt wheeled Kanna out the other end, another door locked Saikawa alone inside. "Hey! Where'd you go?!" Saikawa frumped and stomped her foot, banging on the door with her cheeks puffed out. "Hey you dumb machine give Kanna back, she looked so cute!! You can't take her away!!" Kanna fell off the edge of the convey belt onto a soft cushion. All around her, the living room of Miss Kobayashi's house had been transformed. The table and furniture was nowhere to be seen. The floor was covered in colorful padded tiles, full of toys and blocks and dolls. And more importantly, the entire room was separated by a wall of bars that went from the floor to the ceiling. Somehow, the machine had turned Miss Kobayashi's living room into a playroom. A playroom Kanna couldn't escape. "Ahhh!" A few moments following Kanna being deposited into the newly transformed living room, Saikawa followed suit, having been transformed into a diaper-wearing overgrown babydoll, and she looked none too pleased by it either. "What is this dumb machine?!" Saikawa toddled around on the foam puzzle pieces, pressing her hands to her hips defiantly. "Where's the karaoke?!" Saikawa was wearing nothing but a diaper and her own t-shirt, which was green with a cartoon character on the front that Kanna didn't recognize. "What do we do now, Kanna? We have to escape?" "Why?" Kanna asked, still looking around the room. "What do you mean, why? Because we're trapped here!" "But look." Kanna pointed to the toys, the dolls... "We could play. No one can bother us in here, even Lady Tohru." Saikawa watched Kanna sit on the floor and pick up one of the dolls. The way she looked in her t-shirt, the thick diaper forcing her legs apart. Gosh, was there anyone cuter in the whole world? But Saikawa was a little reluctant to wear her own diaper. She reached for the tapes and tried to pull them off, but the glue had bonded firmly in place. There was no taking the diaper off unless the machine took it off for her. So, in a huff, she sat down next to her adorable friend and started to play alongside her. "I kind of like it," Kanna said, a few minutes later, after tucking the dolls in for bedtime. The clock on the wall showed that Tohru would be home any second now from the store. And that got Kanna thinking... "I'm already quite young. And playing with you, Saikawa? It's very nice." Saikawa’s cheeks went crimson. She hadn't had any real friends before Kanna - everyone always teased her for being a know-it-all, even though she didn't know very much in the first place. But if staying Kanna's best friend meant wearing diapers? Then fine! She'd do it! For Kanna! "Yeah, me too! It's very nice." Another ten minutes passed, and Kanna climbed up from her place on the colorful tiled floor. She walked over to the bars of the playpen and tried to slip through. But of course, she couldn't. Maybe she could turn into a dragon and-- oh, but she'd break the roof of the house no doubt. Finally Kanna sighed and returned to her friend. "I have to use the restroom." Saikawa looked up at Kana with a bright smile and nodded her head. "Well, babies don't use the bathroom. And you want to be a baby, right?" Kanna gave her a blank look. Frustrated? Or confused? Saikawa couldn't tell. "I mean... um. Well, we're wearing diapers. So... so we could keep playing. And forget about using the bathroom." Kanna looked at Saikawa with uncertainty, thinking about the things her friend had just said. About forgetting to use the bathroom. She looked down at the puffy diaper between her legs and poked it with the tip of her finger. After a moment of thought, Kanna nodded and sat back down with the toys. She was a baby now. She'd decided. Saikawa watched Kanna wiggle on the padded tiles. She watched Kanna's feet quiver and watched her hips squirm. But ultimately, like every other little girl, Kanna gave up trying. A small breath escaped her lips. Relief washed over Kanna's face. And Saikawa smiled as she noticed Kanna's diaper growing yellow and heavy between her legs. Kanna sat there in her own humiliation, in her own warm diaper, and bit shyly on her lip. She should have been ashamed. She should have tried harder to resist. But she didn't. Was she really a baby now? She looked down at the toys in front of her. She never had to stop playing now. She didn't need to do big girl things anymore. She could do whatever she wanted. And Tohru would change her diapers. Or the machine would. Yeah, Kanna was okay with this. Kanna could be a baby from now on. Saikawa sat uncomfortably and wiggled in place. Come on, Saikawa, she thought to herself. Just do it. You can be just like Kanna! We can be little babies together! But what if someone at school found out? But if Kanna did it, it had to be cool, right? Kanna was more important to Saikawa than anyone. So she finally found the courage to let go, to force herself to break all her potty training habits, and flood her diaper. And as the warmth washed over her, she didn't feel ashamed or embarrassed. She felt relief. This was the start of a wonderful life together with Kanna, she thought. And she had no regrets. ~~~~~ Thank you for reading! Please like and comment!

David is going around a factory with his college class. He is less than interested in whatever educational value the trip was supposed to have and is easily distracted. When he gets separated from his group he accepts the help of an employee to direct him. Surely the employee wouldn't lead him in the wrong direction... --- If you enjoy my stories please consider subscribing to my Patreon page where I post a 2000+ word update every four days or so. For $5 a month you can read all of my updates a week before everyone else and for $10 you get early access plus exclusive stories only available to my patrons. There are more tiers and rewards available on the page. https://www.patreon.com/Elfy88 Thank you to everyone who is already a patron of mine: DannyDazzler, Joe, Jerry J, Jack C, Fernando L, Conta, Mike S, Carter B, Dr J, Paul F, Trish C, John D, Archibald B, Bojack D, John, Georgia C, Blipp, Duncan G, Jake W, Daniel, Jeffrey G, P, Joe, Tabbi, Anon, Kent J, Nick C, Brandon G, P74_1986, Pat M, LuvsSissy, DreaR, Alex B, Malcolm E, Pete W, Tim, Cless, Frank S, Scott S, John D, Pierre-David G, M, Joshua M, NunyoBC, Txdiapered, Kim, Chris, Dorian G, Ceneroz, S Miller, Britnee L, Tim F, Chris B, WillNotWill, Orion F, Tom H, Sterling W, Ryan, Jens B, Matthew S, Pierry L, Paul C, VoidofContext, ReiofLight, James K, Lin J, Plus M, Orange, Joe V, Daniel O, Anne Mette B-H, Kirk H, Mikkel L, Eric D, Bruce D, Tim, Alice W, Sophie S, SB1275, John Z, BuffaloBill, Findlay, Rob, Bob S, Nathan, Timothy A W, Erik P, Ben R, Ben F, Steven H Prisoner of the Machines By Elfy “David, are you paying attention?” Mr. Healy asked with exasperation. “Yeah, of course…” David replied as he tried to pretend he hadn’t been bored out of his mind during the tour he and his college classmates were on. In all honesty the eighteen-year-old David couldn’t be less interested on this tour of a manufacturing plant. When he signed up to the Business Management course at his local college he had done so just as an excuse to put work off for longer. He had very little actual interest in his course and even less interest in walking around a factory making all sorts of boring things. David was slouching along at the back of the group and paying more attention to his phone than anything going on around him. In the absence of paying attention he was planning his evening, he wanted to go to his friend’s house for some video games before they went out later in the evening. It would be pretty much the same evening he always did. “You can learn some really interesting things about managing a company here.” Mr. Healy said loudly as the disinterested students milled around. David rolled his eyes as the tour continued. The group started walking away and David was going to follow until something else grabbed his attention. “Boring tour, eh?” A man in his forties was looking up from some kind of large cutting machine and wiping his hands on the messy shirt in front of him. “Yeah.” David nodded his head and smiled, “Like, Mr. Healy is just the most boring person in the world.” “I can see that.” The man said as he nodded his head. He smirked and walked over to where David was standing, “My name’s Steve.” The man wiped his hand on his pants and held it out. David hesitated before grabbing the hand and shaking it. It seemed like he had found a kindred spirit and David looked at the thing the man was cutting. He seemed really friendly and disarming, even though David was usually quite shy he had no problem talking to this man. “What do you do here?” David asked as he let go of the man’s hand. His fingers hurt a little from Steve’s strong grip. “I cut shit.” Steve let out a loud bark of a laugh, “Metal, mostly aluminium. Cut it into the exact shapes and sizes so the guys down the line can put it all together.” “Sounds interesting.” David was lying but he didn’t know what else to say. “You’re not a good liar.” Steve smirked, “But that’s alright. I enjoy my work and it pays well. Your group are business students, right? Maybe you’ll be my boss.” Steve laughed and slapped David on the back roughly. David smiled uncomfortably in return, he had changed his mind. Steve wasn’t a kindred spirit after all, he was someone who gave David a really weird feeling about everything going on. David looked around and suddenly realised the group he was with had all disappeared. He had no idea where they had gone. He felt very alone. “I’d better get going.” David said as he started walking away, “I don’t want to miss anything.” “Mmhmm.” Steve nodded as he watched David moving away. David looked around to see if he could see any sign of his professor or classmates but they were nowhere in view. He looked around nervously feeling very out of place within the unknown factory. He could see some of the other workers looking his way and he felt vaguely threatened. “Lost?” Steve’s distinctive voice came from behind David. David closed his eyes and nodded his head without turning back around. There were several doors and he wasn’t sure which one his group had gone through. He cursed his lack of attention but blamed his professor for being so boring. “I think they went through that door.” Steve pointed to a door a little off to the side of the others. There was a sign on it that said “No Admittance!” “Really?” David looked doubtful. He knew how factory workers liked to play practical jokes on outsiders and he felt like he was being set up to get in trouble. The door looked different to all of the other ones around the room. It looked stronger and whereas the others were old and wooden, this one seemed very new. It even had a digital lock, it looked very out of place in an otherwise rather uninspiring factory. “Cross my heart.” Steve said. “It says “No Admittance” though.” David tried to see any hint of a smile or some sort of tell that Steve was playing with him. He knew people like this liked to prank outsiders. “That’s just for the general public.” Steve said, “Seriously, I’ve seen a bunch of these things in my time and they all go down there. It’s where we store the raw materials. I’ll even come with you if you don’t believe me, hold on a second…” David watched as Steve lowered the cutting machine and grunted with effort as he pressed it down. Bits of metal fell away to the floor around the cutter as it lifted up again. Steve quickly swept up the fallen metal and indicated for David to follow him. David hesitated but realised he had no other leads to follow in this bustling factory and he was getting in the way of all the workers trying to move around him. He was getting some evil looks from the people he was holding up. Steve walked around his machine and over to the door he had pointed at. It was behind another machine and looked fairly hidden from view, there was an overweight man operating a large drill in front of it. David moved a little closer as Steve unlocked the door and pushed it open, the corridor beyond was very dark. David walked over to stand next to Steve and looked into the darkness. It didn’t look likely that anyone had been down there in a while, David was unsure but when Steve indicated for him to step inside he decided to do so. “Just head down there.” Steve says. “Its pitch black…” David replied sceptically. “Hold on a second…” Steve fiddled with something on the wall and several small lights hanging from the ceiling flickered into life. Their light didn’t reach the floor. “Are you su-” David turned back to the doorway and was about to ask if Steve was sure this was the right way but the door was closed and Steve was gone. David hurried up to the door and tried to push it open but it was locked. Even worse than that the little window was covered by some card. David trying yelling and banging on the door but no one could hear him with all the machinery going on. David didn’t know if this was a prank or not but he turned to look at the dark corridor with worry. This didn’t seem right but he could either walk down there or stay here for who knows how long. “Great…” David’s voice echoed around the walls of the dark and bare corridor. Walking down the hallway rather gingerly David looked around for anything which might show a way out. He slowly walked through the darkness and expected Steve to suddenly yell that he had pranked him but there was nothing, the sound of the factory sounded like it was getting further away and David didn’t understand how he could’ve walked so far and still be in the building. In the almost complete silence of the hallway David felt like he heard some clanging from somewhere ahead. He could hear a low hum of electricity going through the walls. David suddenly found a staircase leading downwards. It seemed impossible that this was where his group had been taken, the guys in the factory must be playing a prank on him. Whatever they were doing David was determined to continue forwards since he was sure it was the only way he would spring their trap and get out of this strange and dark place. He walked down three flights of stairs and then continued down another hallway, he thought he was walking back towards the factory but it was easy to lose your bearings in such a dark place. --- “Hey! Tom! Get over here!” Steve called down the line of machines which were stopping for lunch making the factory an eerily silent place. “It’s lunch time.” Tom replied with his older voice. He was in his mid-fifties and his hair was greying quite dramatically. “It’s an emergency.” Steve said rather pointedly. His eyes shifted to the door he had sent David through a few minutes beforehand. Tom’s whole demeanour changed and he looked around conspiratorially as he put the sandwiches he had begun unwrapping on his work bench and started walking over to Steve. With the factory now silent the two men withdrew away from everyone else and spoke in hushed voices to each other. “I just sent a fresh one down.” Steve whispered. “Did you tell the guys upstairs?” Tom asked as he nodded towards the offices with windows overlooking the shop floor. “I was just about to do it.” Steve said as he hit the button on his machine to power it down, “I know they were looking for someone to send. I might get a nice little bonus for it.” “And I guess you want me to do the dirty work?” Tom looked mildly annoyed at his younger co-worker. “Don’t be like that, man.” Steve said as he clapped his friend on the back, “Help me out here and I’ll split the bonus with you. We need to make sure he gets into the room.” “Fine…” Tom put the tools he was carrying down on Steve’s workbench. “Good luck.” Steve said, “And don’t look so miserable. This is a nice little earner for the pair of us.” Tom nodded his head and stretched. He lifted the card that blocked the small window to make sure the person Steve had sent through had walked away from the factory. He keyed in the code and opened the door. Rather than walking down the hallway where David had gone Tom turned immediately to the right where there was a heavy slab on the floor. As the door closed behind him he pushed the slab out of the way to reveal a hatch with a ladder, he climbed down quickly until his feet hit the floor again. He quickly pushed the ladder up and it went up into a ceiling where it was hidden by a hatch. The hallway Tom was now in was illuminated by light shining through the window in another door. He made sure to give the door a wide berth as he hid behind some boxes nearby. He prepared for action because he was never sure what he would have to do. All he could do now was wait. --- David was thoroughly creeped out by the hallway he was in. At the bottom of the stairs the corridor was much different to one he had previously in. This corridor was much colder and looked like it had been abandoned for a long time, it was pitch black apart from a light at the far end of the corridor. David could see no other doors or anything else so he started walking forwards towards the light, he assumed he would walk through that door and end up in another part of the factory or something. As the door got closer David felt like something was wrong. He couldn’t be sure what exactly was going on and he was starting to feel increasingly fearful of what might be happening. This was all so weird, he should’ve just paid more attention to the tour he was on. He had always had trouble listening to others and he was always described as being off in his own little world. When David was a few feet away from the door the corridor opened up a little bit. He saw some large and heavy looking boxes to the side of the wall and they disappeared into the darkness. It was next to impossible to see anything in that murky darkness. “Is anybody in there?” David called out towards the door in front of him. His voice quivered slightly with the nerves he was feeling. There was no answer. If anyone was in the room in front of David they were staying quiet. The door in front of David looked heavy and was made of steel. Just above the door handle was a frosted glass window, the eighteen-year-old couldn’t see what lay beyond the door but the light was pouring through and almost blinding in the otherwise dark hallway. David reached the door and gently pressed against it. The door, much to David’s surprise, opened with ease. The door swung slowly open and David covered his eyes as they adjusted to the sudden light. He tried to see what was happening in the illuminated room but it was all coming into focus very slowly, he eventually saw a long padded table and in the centre of a large room with other things around the edges. “What the hell!?” David asked to no one in particular as he saw a small cage against the rear wall. What kind of room was this?