Takara's Trip To Daycare (Diaper Machine) UPDATED 6/1/20

[Sarah Penguin]

[aldl4811]

Love mechanical nursery stories!

[Cya]

On 5/11/2020 at 7:09 PM, aldl4811 said:

Love mechanical nursery stories!

Me too! They're my absolute favorite stories to read and write. 

[Tfmonkey]

Wonderful

[Cya]

A shiver ran through her entire body as her hair suddenly weighed a whole lot less. The unfamiliar bristling of freshly cut hair dancing across her bare shoulder blades conveyed to her the damage done by the machine. Years worth of growth and maintenance was literally severed with a simple snip of the blade. 

As if right on cue, a simple handheld mirror was lifted up right to her face, showing her a reflection, a reflection that she almost didn't recognize. Somehow, the machine had cut her in a way that made her look exactly like Kazumi!

"Who the hell gave you permission to cut my hair?!" Sakura shouted at the machine as her blood threatened to boil. 

It was a stupid thing to ask, but the normally mellow housewife was seeing a sea of red. She grabbed at one of the tentacles and tried to force the scissor wielding hand to attack its fellow arms, but unfortunately for Sakura, the arm was simply too powerful. A half dozen hands grabbed her and instantly flipped her upside down. Sakura cried out in shock as she found herself face first in the waist high water, getting her bare ass spanked by the gloves.

Kazumi found herself staring in awe at the spectacle taking place only two dozen feet or so away from her. Sakura was basically on her knees, face first in the baby tub, getting her ass tanned like there was no tomorrow as she flailed her arms around trying to stop the hands from slapping her big butt. The business woman honestly didn't know why the machine was spanking the new mother, but she couldn't help but feel bad for feeling grateful that it wasn't her ass getting spanked.

The sound of a panel in the wall sliding open caught Kazumi's attention and a sudden sense of curiosity made her turn around. She turned around just in time to see the hands taking a white t-shirt and a bizarre looking dress out from the wall. While the hands brought the odd clothing over to her position, the belt slowed to a stop and a pair of metallic tendrils lowered from the ceiling and grabbed Kazumi by her arms. The business woman felt conflicted as the machine slid the white t-shirt down her arms and over her head; she didn't want to be dressed in such weird baby clothes, but it was definitely better than being seen in just a giant pair of pampers. 

Once she was dressed in the tight fitting t-shirt, the machine took the oddly shaped baby blue garment and pulled it down over Kazumi's body. There was an opening in the bottom of the outfit, much like a baby's onesie, but unlike a onesie, this thing had loose fitting straps that laid gently on her shoulders. Kazumi sat there, dumbfounded by the fact that the automated daycare even had clothing in her size as two gloved hands quickly snapped the garment together over her diaper, sealing her into her plastic underpants. The business woman took a moment to run her fingers over the material she had just been dressed in before the conveyor belt started back up; the seams felt like they had just been sewn. 

'These clothes were made just for me!'

While Kazumi was making her way towards the end of the belt, a sniffling Sakura was lifted up from the basin and lowered back down onto the conveyor belt. The twenty nine year old mother hung her head in shame as she tried to stop sobbing. She had already seen what was coming. She knew what was next, but she couldn't help herself. Her ass was beat red and burned as she was forced to sit on the rubber surface, naked as the day she was born.

A new set of gloved hands grabbed her by her ankles and pulled her legs wide, forcing her to lay on her back. The machine expected her to fight back. It had already logged such information into her file due to how she acted after her haircut. For some reason Sakura shook off her tears and started to struggle. Such behavior was ignored by the hands who began rubbing soothing baby oil into her sore cheeks. This only made her struggle harder, desperate to wriggle off the belt and potentially get away. She was not going to be this machine's toy! She refused to go quietly and let herself be diapered!

"Unhand me right now!" 

Despite her best attempts and unbridled anger, the machine simply rolled over and started patting her bottom with powder puffs covered in baby powder. Sakura threatened the machine repeatedly, vowing to get even with it as her lower half was enveloped in a cloud of talcum powder. After being powdered she was flipped over onto her back and spotted the diaper hovering above her naked body. She reached out and tried to wrestle the ridiculous diaper the hand was holding away from the machine!

Sakura should have learned her lesson the first time she tried to fight the machine, but unfortunately for her, the corrupted machine knew exactly how to deal with naughty babies. One of the hands that was going to diaper her seized her by the wrist which allowed another of the hands to grab her other wrist. The struggling twenty nine year old mother was forcibly dragged across her breasts along the belt until the machine stopped and secured her ankles. 

"No!" Sakura screamed. "Don't spank me!!!"

There was nothing she could do. The time for talk was over as the hands forced her bottom up into the air, putting her into a "bowing" position. A crinkling sound rustled from behind her head as a gloved hand unfurled a loose diaper and started to spank her with the elastic plastic backed garment!

 

*SLAP*

 

The hand flung the disposable back and flicked it forward, sending the slick plastic flying at her ass. The clack of plastic of flesh echoed in the crampt facility.  

“OOWWW!! STOP IT!” Sakura cried out as she started sobbing again. 

The machine threw everything it had at her, even the back of the hairbrush it had used to straighten her hair after the first spanking. The hickory hairbrush repeatedly tasted her quivering red hot flesh as every other spank either landed on alternating cheeks or occasionally caught the bottom part of her mound. With each harsh spank, Sakura twitched and tried to move her poor ass out of harm’s way, but she was held firmly in place as the machine unleashed its fury! 

Finally, the hairbrush had struck its last punishing blow leaving Sakura a sobbing, gasping mess. At some point she had even pissed herself. The remnants of her green tea pooled on the conveyor belt between her spread knees. 

*The Poor Baby Obviously Needs Her Diapers. Look At The Mess You Made!*

The computerized voice chastised the crying woman.

"I'M NOT A BABY!" Sakura screamed at the ceiling. Her tears ran down her puffy cheeks, passing her mucus covered chin as her fists remained clenched. 

*That Puddle Between Your Legs Says Otherwise, Baby Sakura. Why Don't You Be A Good Girl, Like Your Sister Kazumi, And Accept Your Diaper?*

Sakura stood silently on her knees, wishing that this was all just a terrible nightmare, hoping that she would wake up in bed next to her loving husband.

'Why did I have to try to save Kazumi!?'

Well she stood there in quiet retrospective, the machine got to work diapering her. Sakura flinched as she was once again laid into her back, her searing bottom meeting the cold surface of the belt. Within seconds the hands gripped her by her ankles and had the thick disposable underneath her blistered butt.

The soft, almost welcoming kiss of industrialized cotton touched her sore backside, cradling it and comforting her in a way that panties never could. It was almost like the diaper was claiming her ass, as if it was the spoils of a hard fought war. Her legs were then spread wide when the gloved hands brought the front of the diaper up and over her urine soaked pussy. The elastic wings were quickly tugged and pulled against her hips, taping her into the diaper as each tape was pressed against the slick cartoon covered waistband.

Once sealed into the dreaded disposable diaper, Sakura tried to reach around and ease the soreness of her burning bottom, but the gloved hands denied her this simple mercy by batting away her hands. It was at this point that Sakura realized that she couldn't win. There was no point fighting back. The machine had robbed of her hair and had quickly spanked her silly for each unsuccessful escape attempt she had made. The only good thing that came of this whole thing was that her burning butt was taped into something that at least helped ease the pain emanating from her ass. If she just went with the floor, she would be released into the daycare and, hopefully, allowed to leave once she got dressed into something a bit more mature. 

With that thought in mind, Sakura allowed herself to be moved down the line and dressed in a baggy pink onesie. It was such an odd piece of clothing Sakura thought to herself as she felt the onesie hang loosely from her chest while tightly hugging her wide hips and bulbous diapered bottom, giving her body a distinct pear shape. 

'At least I'm not going to look exactly like Kazumi.' 

Sakura sighed as the belt carried her towards an exit; a lone square of bright light momentarily blinded her as she emerged out of the dark room. Down a small slide she slid until she landed next to Kazumi. 

Immediately, the diapered housewife saw her "twin" sitting across from her. She quickly turned her head, wanting to look anywhere but at Kazumi. It was almost painful to see such an independent looking woman who was now dressed like a toddler. However, no matter where she looked, she saw that the machine had been very busy that morning. In front of her lay a very upset looking older woman had been dressed in a diaper and shirt while a much younger looking...girl, Sakura assumed, wore a bowl haircut and a matching dinosaur themed t-shirt and diaper. Only one person in the room looked normal and she was being berated by the girl with the dinosaur themed outfit. 

So, defeated and utterly confused, Sakura hung her head, wishing to herself that she was anywhere else but here…

 

 

To Be Continued...

 

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[Sarah Penguin]

[Tfmonkey]

Great update!

[Cya]

On 6/1/2020 at 4:22 PM, Sarah Penguin said:

 

On 6/6/2020 at 8:14 PM, Tfmonkey said:

Great update!

Thank you both for your support!