Demoted To The Mechanical Nursery Chapter Eight (Patreon)

From the playpen in the corner, Ashley watched the proceedings with nervous fascination, clutching the bars with mitten-clad hands and sucking her pacifier thoughtfully. She watched as the newcomer was lifted into the air and stripped, bringing humiliating flashbacks to her own introduction to the world of the automated nursery. She watched as Monica called out Ms. Simmons by name, issuing threats and demands pompously before she was cut off by the ever familiar pacifier gag.  

     “I’ve got something special lined up for your first day of your new life!” Simmons gushed into the microphone, entering a string of commands into her console and hitting enter with a spiteful grin.

     “MMMPH!?!?” Monica grunted behind her pacifier, flailing spastically as her position was adjusted, the hands maneuvering her until she was spread out in the air, suspended by her arms, legs and waist. Her rear-end was raised into the air behind her, presenting an almost irresistible target. Behind her paci-gag, Monica sweated heavily, struggling fruitlessly against her bonds, horribly aware of how vulnerable she was.

     Ashley flattened herself out in the playpen, trying desperately to avoid notice... but just seconds later, she was emitting a squeal of dismay as a set of strong, sure mechanical hands scooped her up under her arms. Her thick, cushy diaper (swollen and moist with the almost continual spurts and trickles of pee she uncontrollably let out throughout the day) was torn away from her body, leaving her ass and pussy naked and chilly in the air conditioning of the nursery. Clad only in a ruffled purple t-shirt that didn’t come down to her navel, her long blond hair banded up in pig-tails, she was hauled up into the air until she was facing Monica in the same position, her bare butt stuck up lewdly behind her.

     The women gazed into each other’s eyes, their cheeks burning. For both, it was like staring into a living mirror, and Monica realized, with horror, that she was getting a glimpse of her future.

     For Ashley, it was like a glimpse into the not too distant past, although it seemed a lifetime ago; seeing this beautiful woman, so lovely and mature just moments ago, stripped bare and about to be reduced to a helpless, squirming adult baby only reminded her of what her life was like just a short time ago.

     For a long moment, Megan simply let them hang there and anticipate what they had in store next... then, with a shudder of pleasure, she typed a new series of commands into the console and hit enter.  

     There was a menacing, mechanical whirring from somewhere above them. Monica glanced around as best she could, trying to anticipate the nursery’s next move. She heard a panel slide back above her, followed by the sound of mechanical arms moving into place behind her, and sweat began to bead down her forehead. All around them, annoyingly sweet nursery music was playing, but she didn’t have time to worry about that now-- she had the feeling something awful was about to happen.

     In the control booth, Ms. Simmons watched the automatons approach their targets, each one gripping a large, thick thermometer, the cold glass dripping with messy KY jelly. Megan smiled, watching their hindquarters quivering in the air behind them, the thermometer approaching with agonizing slowness.

     Monica squealed when she felt her buttocks parted for her, gasping as best she could when she felt the cool glass bulb at the end of the thermometer placed up against the pucker of her anus. Behind her pacifier, she protested vociferously and struggled against her bonds, which amounted to little more than shaking her head emphatically. The machines neither noticed or cared about her protests... the well-lubed thermometer was plunged deeply into her rectum.

     Monica’s eye’s bulged, and she was left with nothing else to do but watch poor Ashley undergo the same treatment, wincing as the large glass tube disappeared up her butt. Familiar with this routine as she was (having undergone this treatment several times over the course of the last few weeks), Ashley took her thermometer with hardly any visible struggle or fuss; in fact her only reaction seemed to be a slight wince as the greased up glass penetrated her dainty little asshole.  

     Monica had no idea how long they hung there like that, suspended from the ceiling, their womanly backsides stuck up lewdly behind them, adult-sized baby thermometers protruding from between the pleasantly plump mounds of their rounded buttocks.

     For a long while, the silence was broken only by that damn music... Monica and Ashley gazed into each others faces, locking eyes and sharing their humiliating ordeal on an intimate level.

     At last, the thermometers were simultaneously tugged from their hineys, and Monica sagged against her bonds with a sigh of relief, happy to have at least one ordeal behind her.  

     In the control booth, Ms. Simmons checked the computer analysis:

Both subjects displaying slightly elevated body temperatures. Recommendation?

     With an evil smile, Simmons typed in her new command, thankful the computer had provided her with the opportunity to heap more humiliation on her test subjects. With a ticklish, throbbing arousal building inside her, Megan hit enter and sat back to watch the show.

     In the nursery, Monica’s relief was short-lived as a new rumble began growing all around them. She glanced at Ashley who was looking around with the placid curiosity of an animal hearing distant thunder, and Monica was oddly horrified by the way Ashley had seemingly accepted her new reality after such a short time.

     A panel in the ceiling slid back and two long, telescoping hoses snaked their way out of the openings, seeking their prey. The nozzles at the end were large, and entirely more phallic than strictly necessary. Each had a tiny camera embedded seamlessly at the head-- and it was these cameras Simmons was using to line up her targets from her control console... almost like a video game, she thought, chucking at her little joke. She nudged the controls until she had their squirming butts firmly in the cross hairs, then hit enter with a sadistic shiver.

     The nozzles shot out like striking serpents, and before Monica knew what was happening, the large, black nozzle had plunged itself into her anus and firmly into her rectum. She let out a shocked, liquid grunt behind her pacifier, her eyes bulging like dinner plates.  

     “Huugguuhh!” She moaned, biting into the pacifier and squeezing her hands into fists, the thick nozzle stretching her anus and burying itself deep inside her. She squirmed, half in outrage, half in pleasure.  A glance at Ashley’s face revealed no conflicted feelings-- her enjoyment was written all over her face.  

     From somewhere above her, Monica heard an ominous click. A long, nervous moment followed, and then she felt the warm water beginning to trickle through the nozzle. Within moments, the trickle became a gush, and she was left hanging, suspended in the air, her backside stuck up behind her, the nozzle firmly stuck up her butt and the hose extending out behind her like a tail. Heaving for breath and occasionally struggling against the restraining hands, she succeeded only in exasperating her discomfort and making her large breasts wobble beneath her.

     The water flowed, gushing up her tushy and filling her belly, which swelled and hung down below her. Monica groaned wondering where it was all heading.

Should the girls be allowed to release into the potty or should they go right back to diapers?