Demoted To The Mechanical Nursery Chapter Nine (Patreon)

“Hhhhuuggghhh...”

     It didn’t take long for Monica to start feeling rather full... her belly, inflated like a big water balloon, hung down heavily beneath her. She sagged limply in the automatons hands, her plump hiney still pointed up in the air behind her, her cute little anus spread wide by the greasy nozzle, the hose leading from her hindquarters like a tail, still pumping water up her butt at an alarming rate.

     A quick glance in front of her revealed Ashley in much the same position. With her infantile pig-tails swaying with the gentle movements of her head, she hung like a rag doll, eyes glazed, drool running down her chin. Monica couldn’t help notice the way her butt wiggled in the air as she gyrated her hips slightly in a distinctly sexual manner. Monica shuddered and looked away (all the while suppressing her own desire to wiggle her own bare butt in a shameful attempt at gaining some sort of satisfaction from the situation.)

     At last, Monica felt the flow trickle to a stop, and she let out a thankful sob as the nozzle was popped out of her rump and retracted once again behind a panel that slid closed neatly behind it. Biting into the thick rubber nipple that had been strapped into her mouth, grunting as she frantically flexed her asshole, somehow managing to maintain control of herself... at least for the moment.

     With a series of whirs and clanks, Monica found herself being gently lowered down to the padded surface of a changing table that folded itself out of the wall. Within moments, she lay side by side next to the pig-tailed Ashley, her bare breasts wobbling as her wrists were pinned to the table at either side of her head. In a blur, almost quicker than her eyes could follow, Monica found her ankles grasped and lifted by one set of powerful robot fingers while another set dusted her jiggling bottom with powder. At the same time, another set of automatons removed a thick, adult sized pamper from a package beneath the table and slipped it under her wriggling tushy. Moments later, Monica’s bare butt made contact with a diaper for the first time in decades, and before she could even think about struggling (a likely impossibility anyway considering how swollen she was from the enema), the diaper was tugged up tight between her silky smooth thighs and fastened shut firmly around her waterlogged middle.

     With a discomforted groan, Monica turned just in time to see Ashley suffer the same fate, her butt lifted, powdered, lowered and diapered quickly and with perfect mechanical precision. In moments, the pair were laying next to each other, each one as thickly swaddled as a newborn babe.

     In the control room, Ms. Simmons chuckled gleefully, scrolling through the computer’s extensive catalogue of Adult Baby outfits, looking for something sufficiently degrading for Monica Yasutake’s first day back in the nursery. Keeping half an eye on the proceedings on the monitor, she scrolled through the computer’s wardrobe, grinning to herself as she selected an outfit that was sufficiently embarrassing before hitting enter and sitting back to watch the drama unfold.

     Monica had been sealed into her diaper for just a few moments before she was scooped up under the arms and lifted into the air again, and then deposited unsteadily on her feet, her bulging stomach sloshing uncomfortably, the padding of the diaper beneath her so thick and stiff that she was forced to stand bow-legged. Inside her, her bowels were groaning and gurgling, the mess pushing away at her back passage urgently, but she had it under control... for the time being, at least.

     In fact, she was so focused on her struggle to keep her pampers clean and dry that Monica hardly even noticed what was happening until the dress, a pastel yellow concoction of lace and ruffles, had already been pulled over her head. With bulging petticoats and a short hem that revealed her puffy white diaper from every angle, there was no doubt in Monica’s mind that she must look exactly like an overgrown two year old on Easter Sunday.

     The frilly bonnet came next, soft yellow and frilly, perfectly matching her dress as it was tied beneath her chin. She gave a surprised squawk as she was briefly lifted into the air so her feet could be threaded into a pair of white, semi-translucent tights, which were quickly drawn up her legs and into place against her butt, three matching rows of frills clearly visible across the bulging seat of her big adult diapers. At last she stood awkwardly, her status as a sexy, powerful, mature executive revoked indefinitely. Instead, Monica was horrified to discover that all that had been erased and replaced with a new role... that of an overgrown adult toddler.

     In the control room, Ms. Simmons felt almost intoxicated, her pussy throbbing at the thought of all this power at her finger-tips... the power to utterly control the lives of the naughty bimbos in front of her. Licking her lips, she began typing into her console, ready to heap a giant mound of embarrassment onto her already disgraced rival...

What’s next for Monica and Ashley?