Demoted To The Mechanical Nursery Chapter Seven (Patreon)

Several Weeks Later:

There was only one obstacle left in Megan Simmons’ path now-- the vice president of development, Monica Yasutake, a tough as nails young exec who fought her way onto the board at a ridiculously young age, earning her the nickname Wonder Girl among the staff. As cold and hard as steel, she ran her department with strict discipline, personally signing off on every project that got the green light. She was the only person in the organization closer to Mr. Milken than herself... and she made no bones about the fact that she had no respect for Simmons or her project.

     Ms. Simmons knew the little bitch had personally advised Mr. Milken to shutter the project on more than one occasion. Only Simmons’ own close, personal relationship with the boss had kept it afloat during the last couple of years.

But now that things are up and running, it’s a different story... she thought, grinning widely. It had taken some time, but she was finally ready to show off her results... and she knew just whose nose she wanted to rub into it.

     By the time Monica arrived, her nose adorably crinkled in a permanent expression of distaste, Ms. Simmons had been watching the live feed from the nursery for 10 or 15 minutes already. She’d schedule the meeting shortly after Ashley’s lunch for a very important reason-- she’d been bombarded by subliminal messages for weeks now, and she’d recently settled into an infantile routine of wetting and messing after meals and while sleeping. She had just watched Ashley having a prodigious bowel movement in her bulky adult pampers, and by the time Ms. Yasutake arrived, she was up on the changing table about to undergo a messy diaper change.

     “Ah! Monica! You’re just in time to see the fruits of our labour,” Ms. Simmons said, gesturing towards the monitor.  

     Monica sat in one of the plush leather chairs and turned towards the screen. The robotic arms went about their business with choreographed precision, gathering supplies even as Ashley was laid out on the changing table and her diaper was unfastened. Ms. Yasutake let out a gasp of horror and disgust when the diaper was pealed down, revealing a messy brown stain that made the seat resemble a Jackson Pollock painting.

     “Good lord!” She exclaimed, wrinkling her nose distastefully. On the screen, Ashley’s legs were lifted to reveal a corresponding smear across her round, womanly backside.

     “Just a couple of weeks exposure to the subliminals and she doesn’t even think twice about using her diapers anymore,” Simmons bragged, enjoying the executive’s discomfort. “We’ve completely removed all vestiges of her day and night-time potty training... now we’re going to work on her speech centres, after that, her fine motor control. We’ve got our people finishing up the intelligence reducers even as we speak.” She smiled smugly in Ms. Yasutake increasingly outraged face. “In just a few more weeks, she’ll be locked into a totally infantile state, helplessly dependant on the nursery for her care-- until WE decide to retrain her.”

     Monica bristled at Megan Simmon’s arrogance... arrogance she intended to squash down right now. “Well, I can see that all my concerns were absolutely founded!” She said, looking Ms. Simmons right in her smugly smirking face. “As you know, I wasn’t in support of this project from day one... I argued it was at best a waste of resources and at worst, a violation of our female employees most basic rights, and now I have the proof!” She allowed herself a tight smile, savouring a victory. “You yourself have just provided me with the evidence I need to get the board to shut you down for good!”

     But to her disappointment, Simmons didn’t seem worried, or even mildly concerned. The smug smirk never even left her face, and Monica glanced over at the screen in time to see Ashley’s butt being oiled and powdered. “Oh, you’ve misunderstood, Ms. Yasutake,” Simmons said pointedly. “You  see, I was digging into our records recently,” she said, neglecting to mention that she’d done so with the aid of the powerful AI they’d designed to oversee the Nursery system, “and I came across some, shall we say, ‘irregularities’ in your department...”

     “I- I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Monica said, starting to sweat.

     “Allow me to spell it out for you,” Ms. Simmons said, relishing her power as she settled back into her chair and looked Monica over with an air of authority, relishing the was she nervously squirmed in her seat. “I’ve accumulated evidence that you’ve been funnelling cash from your department straight into your own pocket-- and I’ve made the board aware of it... not to mention Mr. Milken.” She smiled, predatory, as Monica began to babble excuses.

     “Now look here, Simmons...” she thundered with as much authority as she could muster, not liking where this was going one bit.

     “You don’t seem to grasp the situation,” Ms. Simmons said, casually typing a command into her keyboard and hitting enter.

     “Hey!” Monica cried as a set of manacles suddenly appeared, clamping her wrists tightly to the armrests. A second set snapped around her ankles, and just like that, she found herself immobilized, locked tightly into her seat.

     “The board has given me licence to deal with this situation as I see fit... can you guess where this is going?” Simmons asked, smiling sadistically.

     “No!” Monica cried, struggling futilely against her bonds. “Megan, listen to me... lets talk it over! We can make a deal!”

     “See you downstairs,” Simmons said, entering another command into her console.

     “NNNNOOOO!” Ms. Yasutake had time to shriek before a hole opened in the floor beneath her chair, which dropped out of sight like a shot.  

     Like a cannonball, Monica plummeted through the guts of the building, the metal straps holding her firmly in her seat. All the way down she screamed, her shock and terror actually forcing out a small spurt of pee into her panties. For a moment, all rational thought had been totally abandoned in favour of blind panic, and all she could do as she plunged into the darkness was cry out in terror, visions of being splattered against the hard floor below dancing through her head.

     Thankfully, it was a vision that didn’t come to fruition-- she gradually came to a stop as she hit the bottom floor slowing and finally coming to a halt in something that resembled a small, dark, empty closet.  

     Monica sat there for a long moment before the surface in front of her slowly slid out of the way with a soft mechanical hum. The light was bright, and she had to close her eyes against it, blinking, trying to get them adjusted.

     The manacles vanished as quickly as they appeared, but her freedom was short lived... she was set upon by a group of strong, steely hands attached to long, mechanical arms, confirming her worst nightmare.

     “No!” she screamed, knowing what was coming next. “I’m still an officer of this corporation, damn it, and I demand my due level of respec-- mmph!”

     Monica’s pompous speech was cut off by the paci-gag that the automatons popped into her mouth and swiftly buckled around the back of her head.

     Meanwhile, Ms. Simmons had just arrived in the command centre via private elevator. Taking her place behind the console, she watched, slyly smirking when she saw her rival hoisted up from the ceiling, utterly helpless and at her mercy at last. The board had given her carte blanche to deal with this little minx... after that, the project would be green lit and she could begin in earnest. Typing a string of commands into her keyboard, Megan turned to the monitor, eyes glistening when she saw the automatons closing in on their target.

     Hanging from the ceiling, Monica kicked and struggled against the hands that gripped her tightly, but it was to no avail, and she could only watch nervously as a new set of steely mechanical digits closed in and began removing her clothes.

     “Hey!” she screamed, her skirt and blouse literally torn from her body. Her underwear quickly followed, and soon Monica was hanging limp and powerless, with nothing left to do but await her next indignity.

What’s Monica’s first step back to adult infancy?