Demoted To The Mechanical Nursery Chapter Ten (Patreon)

In the command center,  Megan Simmons watched the events unfolding in the nursery, her body tingling at the thought of the power she had at her fingertips... absolute power over the fate of the two young women on the monitor in front of her. She smiled at the sight of her rival, Monica Yasutake, so utterly and completely infantilized... exactly the way she should be, Simmons thought smugly, enjoying the sight of sweat trickling down her normally unblemished brow, the way she reached behind herself to press a hand against her thickly-padded rear-end, desperate to maintain control of her bowels, eyes darting from side to side as she looked around for something, anything to deliver her from her disgrace.

     But there was no deliverance coming, and Ms. Simmons practically cackled to herself as she typed in the series of commands that she knew would forever end all Monica’s delusions of maturity and let her know, once and for all, what her new station in life was. Her adult life was over, her time as the head of a large corporation, exercising control over her employees, was at an end... from now on, she would have the status of an infant... and by the time the hour was over, even her power over her own bodily functions would be in doubt.  

     The thought made Megan’s pussy all hot and gooey... She couldn’t believe her luck when she’d stumbled upon this abandoned project, made it her life’s ambition to see it fully living up to it’s potential... and all the time relishing the opportunity to fulfill a private, lifelong obsession. She grinned, almost maniacally, as she typed in her next command and hit enter, watching eagerly on the monitor as the panels in the walls parted to make way for the spanking station.

     In the nursery, Monica swayed on unsteady legs, dazed and sweaty, her eyes glazed. Inside, her bowels were filled to the brim with warm, sudsy water, gurgling and grumbling, a major mess brewing within her. Strangely, she felt little urgency, sure that this was all some sort of weird dream... a large part of her genuinely believed that she was moments away from waking up, safe and warm in her own bed.

     A strong cramp squeezed her guts, forcing her to stand stock still and cross her legs, desperately clinching her buttocks to avoid an accident. Almost absentmindedly, she reached behind and pressed her hand up against her butt crack-- an act that was almost totally useless through the layers of padding she’d been wrapped in, serving only to make her look like a grown-up little girl trying to hold off an accident.

     She was only vaguely aware of the mechanical whirring and clanking around her until she was once more scooped up under the arms and lifted into the air, squeaking and clenching her anus to stave off any leakage.

     Monica was twisted and turned in the air, and in her frantic efforts to stay clean, was utterly disoriented until she discovered herself face down over some kind of large padded cylinder, her pampered bottom sticking up in the air behind her. Glancing up, she saw that once again Ashley had been placed in the same position across from her so she could see what she looked like. She was vaguely aware of something large enfolding her torso... in the depths of her mind, she realized that it was a giant hand... and that she was being held over a giant lap!

     In the control booth, a strange transformation was taking place. Ms. Simmons started by removing her shoes and placing them by the wall. Next, she carefully removed her blouse, folded it up neatly and set it on the desk nearby. Her skirt came next, and soon she stood in nothing but her pantyhose... and beneath it, a thin, cottony Depends pull-up. The Pantyhose were abandoned too, and soon Megan stood in nothing but her Depends, and she reached back absently to feel her buttocks through the thick, padded material, her bare skin goose pimpled in the air conditioned chill of the room.  

     She’d only begun wearing them within the last couple of weeks out of some perverse comradery with those placed under her control... the fulfillment of a lifetimes worth of fantasies, and a closely guarded secret beneath the prim and proper professional persona. She donned a VR headset and pulled on the glove she’d had commissioned from the R&D department. Flexing her fingers, she raised her arm experimentally...

     In the nursery, two large palms simultaneously lifted into the air behind the two struggling Adult Babies... In the control booth, Simmons took an experimental swing of her arm, squeezing the padding of the pull-up between her legs as she did. In time with her movements, the mechanical arms rose into the air and brought themselves down on Monica and Ashley’s padded derrieres.

     “Uuugh!” Monica grunted behind her pacifier, briefly loosing control of her bowels, a jet of hot water squirting into her diaper before she managed to regain control, gritting her teeth and clenching her buns tightly.

     In the control booth, Megan shivered with pleasure. It was the next best thing to actually having the little brats squirming over her lap. With a little grin, she lifted her hand, the twin arms in the nursery responding beautifully. Their strength was auto adjusting, meaning Monica could swing her arm as hard as she could and the machine would always correct itself to deliver a blow that was hard enough to redden their bottoms through the padding of their diapers without doing any serious damage.

     She took a seat, settling her padded bottom into the chair. Taking a deep breath, Megan raised her arm into the air, held it there for a brief moment, and then...

     The giant palm came down on Monica’s backside, before rising quickly into the air and descending again, and then a third time, and before she was fully aware of what was happening, she was in the midst of a brisk spanking that was stinging her butt, even through the layers of clothes and diapers. A quick glance revealed that Ashley was suffering the same fate, her automated spanking arm rising and falling in time with her own, doling out a serious hard spanking to two diapered young women struggling to contain a bowel movement.

     Well, maybe ‘struggling’ wasn’t entirely accurate-- Ashley, more heavily regressed due to prolonged exposure to the subliminals hidden in the soft nursery music that played constantly, could barely hold in her bowel movements at the best of times. Her continence had been reduced to sub pre-school levels, and her tushy had been leaking in little spurts and gushes since she’d been taped into her new diaper.

     However, she still possessed the wherewithal to clench her bum tightly as she lay prone getting her bottom swatted, and she was able to maintain control... for the first two or three blows. The next spank was accompanied by a noisy blurp, and Ashley’s cheeks reddened when she felt the seat of her diaper beginning to fill with a muddy mess.

     Moments later: SPLAT! A forceful impact against the seat of her diaper both spread the original mess around, smearing her buttocks, and forced out another instalment; Ashley grunted, farting out another mushy load of hot brown poop.

     Over the sound of her own spanking, Monica glanced up ad saw the back of Ashley’s diaper turn brown and expand... moments before another spank landed, flattening the bulge against her wriggling tushy. Seconds later, she exploded again, a noisy, gassy splattering filling her diapers with another smelly brown load.

     Monica sank her teeth into the rubber nipple that had been strapped into her mouth and clenched her tight, round buttocks with equal force, squawking every time the mechanical arm came down and landed a stinging swat against her bulging tushy. She was horrified by the gross, gassy, gooey noises coming from Ashley’s direction, shuddering when she thought about how messy the inside of her diaper must have been getting.

     Monica crossed her ankles and clenched her butt-cheeks so hard they quivered, vowing not to give it to Simmons... but in the end, not even all the hours she spent doing squats in the gym were able to give her the strength to contain the mess she had bubbling away inside of her, pushing at the tight pink pucker of her anus and angrily demanding a release. And in the end, in spite of all her clenching, she was utterly powerless to stop a hot, watery gush from her bowels into the thick padding of her diaper.

     Her resistance had served only to make her load even mushier, and poor Monica emitted a sob, half shame and half relief, as she utterly lost control, her butt cheeks parting to accommodate a fart-powered explosion of hot brown slop into the seat of her pampers. She whimpered and kicked her feet frantically, feeling the seat of her diapers expand behind her, struggling frantically to escape before...

     Too late... the large mechanical hand came down on her rear-end with full force right on the seat of her bulging pampers, splattering the mushy load against her wriggling bottom and putting pressure on her abdomen, forcing another mushy mudslide out of her backside with a noisy, flatulent accompaniment.

     Behind the pacifier, Monica’s bottom lip began to quiver as she felt her continence failing entirely, her diaper quickly filling up behind her with a mound of hot, runny poo poo. The hand came down against her diapered bottom once more, splattering the gooey mess across her cheeks and smushing it up her butt-crack. At last she could no longer contain it... with her stinky diaper butt stuck up in the air behind her, presenting an inviting target for further spanking, Monica finally burst into tears.

     Her sobs were music to Ms. Simmons ears. In the control-room, nude except for her VR equipment and the pull-up under her bottom, she couldn’t control herself either. As she conducted the virtual spankings with one hand, the other hand snuck down the front of her diaper, and she let out a contented sigh as she began playing with herself.

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