Danny Posted July 2, 2017 Share Posted July 2, 2017 I just don't say anything, hoping that I snap my fingers and I will wake up in my own bed. Link to comment
Curio Posted July 2, 2017 Author Share Posted July 2, 2017 The hands finish their task and tape us into fresh diapers, these have a block print design rather than being plain white. We are both then lifted off the changing table and brought over to the closet. "Oh, how about these? You will both look so cute!" gushes the nanny as she shows off the clothes. Her choice is made up of a bonnet, booties and mittens. One set is baby blue, while the other is white. (What do you think? Would you prefer something else?) Link to comment
Danny Posted July 3, 2017 Share Posted July 3, 2017 (It's your choice, but I would be extremely embarrassed and humiliated to be dressed like that, it's not my ideal choice) "Me no wike that, me a boy!" Link to comment
Curio Posted July 3, 2017 Author Share Posted July 3, 2017 I'm shocked at your speech changing again, but the nanny doesn't seem to notice. "And what a cute boy you are," she coo's. Returning to the closet, she reviews the outfits. "Mmmm...that fist one might not be so good though, it's more for pictures than play. I know!" She produces two snap crotch onesies, one decorated with dinosaurs, and the other with cars. "These will be perfect!" Link to comment
Danny Posted July 3, 2017 Share Posted July 3, 2017 I just look stunned at the nanny's choice to ignore me and look at you and try to signal that we need to escape and fast Link to comment
Curio Posted July 4, 2017 Author Share Posted July 4, 2017 I pick up on you're signal, but we're helpless as the hands dress me in the car onesie and you in the dinosaur one. They then pop a pair of pacifiers in our mouths and follow the Nanny into another room. We are finally released onto a fluffy white carpet in front of a pull down screen, on it are the words BABY'S FIRST PHOTO. "Aw no," I exclaim, moments before a camera flashes, capturing the moment. Link to comment
Curio Posted July 4, 2017 Author Share Posted July 4, 2017 "I know," I reply. "But what can we do?" Our tummies rumble, reminding us that we hadn't had breakfast yet. The nanny, who is looking through the photos, hands some to one of the house's many hands before picking us both up. "Time for breakfast, then my babies will be ready for their special day!" Link to comment
Danny Posted July 4, 2017 Share Posted July 4, 2017 Looks at her and just goes with it wondering how bad can it be but know that our diapers are bound to end up leaking with poop Link to comment
Curio Posted July 6, 2017 Author Share Posted July 6, 2017 "I know dearies," replied the nanny. "Lets get you both some nice breakfast." Entering the kitchen, we see the Dad and Sister bots are at the table. Snapping us into some high chairs, the House starts making some porridge. Meanwhile, one of the walls rotates to reveal a TV screen, it switches on to reveal the outside of the ride, and a large queue of people. "Looks like everything is ready to go," says the Nanny. The House is fixed, we have our babies, now we can show off the House of Tomorrow!" Link to comment
Danny Posted July 6, 2017 Share Posted July 6, 2017 I gulp nervously, hoping my mom or someone I know is in the audience so they can rescue us. Knowing the porridge is probably heavily doted with laxatives I brace myself as I will probably heavily soil myself in front of the audience and boy that'll be embarrassing. Link to comment
Curio Posted July 7, 2017 Author Share Posted July 7, 2017 I feel the same way just as the porridge arrives and the House ties bibs on us. "After so long in the dark we can finally show ourselves off," says the sister. "It's going to be fantastic!" The House tries to feed me a spoon of porridge, but I clamp my mouth shut. Link to comment
Curio Posted July 8, 2017 Author Share Posted July 8, 2017 After some failed attempts at coercion, the house just pinches my nose until I'm forced to open my mouth and swallow the porridge. Link to comment
Danny Posted July 8, 2017 Share Posted July 8, 2017 I look at you embarrassed at what is about to happen and horrified that I have managed to get myself in this situation. Link to comment
Curio Posted July 10, 2017 Author Share Posted July 10, 2017 "Dats Icky!" I exclaim as the House finishes feeding us our 'breakfast'. "It's perfect for growing boys," quips the Nanny as we are unclipped from the Highchairs. The Hands pass you off to the Sister while I'm given to the Nanny, both have bottles of milk. "Time to wash it down sweetie," coos the sister. Link to comment
Danny Posted July 10, 2017 Share Posted July 10, 2017 I don't bother to fight and suckle the milk down whilst trying to hide my looks of disgust Link to comment
Curio Posted July 11, 2017 Author Share Posted July 11, 2017 I do the same, trying hard not to gag on the taste. "I think it's time to open dearie," says the Father. "Shall I let the guests in?" Link to comment
Danny Posted July 12, 2017 Share Posted July 12, 2017 Looks at you and I just wait for this horrible nightmare to be over whilst hoping someone we know in the crowd spots us and gets us out Link to comment
Curio Posted July 13, 2017 Author Share Posted July 13, 2017 "Go ahead dear," replies the Nanny. As the Father goes to open the ride, the Nanny and Sister take us back to the Nursery and plop us into a playpen. "Be good for the guests now dearies," she says before settling down in a nearby chair. Link to comment
Curio Posted July 14, 2017 Author Share Posted July 14, 2017 The conveyor belt that we stepped off at the start of this mess, is now enclosed safely in a glass partition so the visitors can be taken around the House and see all its features. Link to comment
Danny Posted July 14, 2017 Share Posted July 14, 2017 I see people and try and get them to realise that I am not a real baby and not a robot I try and make escape faces to people without being caught by the robots Link to comment
Curio Posted July 14, 2017 Author Share Posted July 14, 2017 I spy some blocks with letters on them as well as some paper and crayon. "We use dem," I say, pointing them out to you. Link to comment
Danny Posted July 14, 2017 Share Posted July 14, 2017 Looks at you with a strange look "How are we going to do this? We need to do it so the robots can't see or we are done for and I mean done for, our butts will be so sore we wont be able to sit down for a year!" Link to comment
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