Demoted To The Mechanical Nursery Chapter Four (Patreon)

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“You need a nice, healthy, nutritious lunch,” Ms. Simmons cackled over the intercom, tapping a series of commands into her console and calling up the nursery’s menu, scanning the list for the most babyish and unpalatable foods available. She entered her selections, grinning gleefully when the whirring and grinding of the automatons preparing the food emerged from within the walls.  
    Meanwhile, Ashley emitted a squeal, the hands pulling her into the air, a large high-chair springing up from the floor beneath her before she was slammed into the seat on her thickly diapered rump, a tray snapped into place in front of her.
    “Hey! Lemme outta here!” she whined and complained, struggling, powerless to prevent the automatons from seizing her arms and binding her wrists to the side of the chair, trapping her in place. Ashley squirmed, futilely attempting to free herself. But her efforts were wasted, and she watched, sweat dribbling down her face, as panels in the wall slid open, revealing a pair of mechanical hands carrying an ominous looking bowl of food, which approached with maddening slowness.
    Ashley watched as it was placed on the tray in front of her. She peered into the steaming bowl of oatmeal disdainfully, the grey, unflavoured mush staring back at her, bland and unappetizing. She turned her nose up at it snootily-- there was no way she was going to eat any of that slop...
    One of the hands took up the spoon, scooping up a large portion of warm mush, which it brought towards Ashley’s mouth. She sealed her lips tightly and turned her head defiantly. The oatmeal was smeared across her lips and down her chin, but Ashley held firm, resolving to maintain her dignity at all costs.
    “Come on, Ashley,” Ms. Simmons said from the control room, scrolling through command prompts on her console. Fortunately, she’d made some adjustments and additions to the equipment in the nursery, and she was prepared for this eventuality... but she didn’t want to deploy it just yet. Let’s see if we can’t do this the easy way, she thought, typing a command and hitting enter.
    “Here-comes-the-airplane,” a mechanical voice croaked over the intercom, smearing even more of the mush on her lips and chin. Still Ashley stubbornly clenched her jaw and bobbed her head, her face getting more messy by the second.  
    “Well,” Megan said, sighing as she entered a new command into her console, “you can’t say I didn’t try to do this the easy way.” Only her sadistic grin as she hit the enter button betrayed her true feelings.
    “Yeee!” Ashley cried, a small electric current running through the seat of her chair... not enough to do any serious damage, but enough to deliver a sharp shock to her fleshy rump. The hands took advantage of the situation, pushing the tasteless mush into her open wide. She winced, the warm, flavourless pulp filling her mouth and forcing her to swallow.
    “You’d better cooperate,” Megan warned over the intercom, “or you’ll get it again.” She sat back and watched, grinning when Ashley reluctantly opened up and accepted the next bite, which she chewed and swallowed mechanically.
     “Open-wide-sweetie,” the computer chirped, it voice cool and electronic. It spooned another helping of oat-mush between her lips. Ashley let out a frustrated growl, but she could do no more that squirm and wriggle in her seat, trying futility to escape as she was spoon-fed the entire dish.
At last, she’d emptied the bowl, and she sat back with a soft burp-- at least that was over...  
    Another set of hands emerged from the wall to place another bowl in front of her. “What the hell?” Ashley muttered, leaning forward to inspect it.
    The bowl contained a sickening looking paste made from what appeared to be mashed peas. Ashley felt her stomach lurch a bit... peas weren’t her favourite food at the best of times, and mashed up as they were, she couldn’t help but think about how much it resembled a bowl of green slime.  
    “Chuga-chuga-choo-choo,” the machine intoned, coldly mechanical, bringing the spoon full of green slop up to her mouth. Ashley hesitated for a moment, her lips and chin becoming increasingly smeared with every moment she resisted. For a moment she thought of refusing... but she though back to the stinging shock she’d just received on her diapered bottom minutes before, and she had no desire to repeat it.  Reluctantly, she opened her mouth and took a bite, her pretty face instantly registering her disgust.
She shook her head, frowning, tears springing to her eyes as she forced herself to swallow the putrid green mush, choking it down painfully. “Guuaah!” she complained, sticking out her tongue distastefully. The hands had already scooped up another spoonful, and before she knew what was happening, it had been pushed between her lips. With a groan, she began the painful process of swallowing again. She forced it down, letting out a sob when she saw that the automatons had already loaded up another spoonful.
In the command centre, Simmons watched the monitors with a big smile, gleefully watching Ashley swallow the mushy peas, her face smeared with green and grey paste... a far cry from the snooty, fashionable office floozy she’d been just a few minutes ago.
Ashley squeezed her eyes shut, mechanically opening her mouth and swallowing, not even taking the time to chew. She was getting full, and her tummy was starting to feel bloated. At last she was finished, and she almost cheered with joy as the dish was lifted from the tray and disappeared behind a panel in the wall.
Her head lolled back, and Ashley allowed herself a wide smile of triumph... she’d made it, and although she still had the taste of the awful, squishy peas and bland, lumpy oatmeal in her mouth, she was happy to have gotten through one more test. She sucked her breath in, feeling stuffed, but strong, re-energized, and ready for whatever Simmons and her crazy nursery had in store for her next.
    A whirring on the far side of the room drew her attention. She belched softly, looking over with sleepy eyes, her mouth and chin covered in crusty goop.
    She watched the small hatch slide open, and a pair of mechanical hands emerge, carrying yet another bowl with a spoon sticking out.  
    “No!” She cried, struggling in her seat, thrashing against her bonds as it was placed on the tray in front of her.  
But it was futile, and she was forced to settle back into her seat and inspect the lumpy, purplish-brown mush she instantly identified (with her stomach rolling) as stewed prunes.
    “No... Please... come on-- don’t make me eat that!” she whined, whipping her head from side to side, the hand taking up a heaping spoonful and bringing it towards her mouth, which she hesitantly accepted, almost crying-- she just knew all this food was going to play havoc with her digestion.
    “Open-wide-sweet-pea,” the nursery intoned without much enthusiasm before popping another spoonful of icky mush into her mouth.

After lunch, what’s next for Ashley?