Demoted To The Mechanical Nursery Chapter Eleven (Patreon)

Three months later, Megan Simmons sat behind the console in the command center of the mechanical nursery. Her skirt was folded neatly on the nearby desk, and below her waist she wore nothing but a thick Depends pull-up, and she squirmed her padded rump in her seat, savouring the sensation of the material crinkling beneath her cheeks.

     On the screen, Ashley and Monica were on their backs on the changing table, squirming their way through a diaper change. Their used pampers were opened, revealing large wet yellow patches within (and in Ashley’s case, a big brown pile of poop.) The mechanical hands buzzed about them, their movements precise and coordinated, lifting their legs into the air so they could be cleaned and powdered, their diapers removed, rolled up, discarded, and replaced with fresh ones.

     In the booth, Ms. Simmons smiled and watched the show, slipping her hand inside the waistband of her Depends so she could play with her pussy. The two were all but helpless now, their will power and intellects slowly eroded by weeks of being bombarded by subliminal messages. Ashley had been effectively reduced to the level of a two year old, with Monica rapidly catching up. Seeing them laying there, two wriggling, half-naked beauties, who had, mere weeks ago, been modern women, haughty and secure in their station, never suspecting that their destiny lay in diapers... it sent a profound erotic shock throughout Ms. Simmons entire body.

     She played with herself, watching Ashley and Monica getting their butts wiped and powdered before the diapers were taped up tightly around their waists.  

     Ms. Simmons had reason to be celebrating-- the project had been a complete success, she’d had her request for another test subject approved, and, if she continued producing positive results, there was word that the nursery could be headed into mass production by the end of the years. She shivered, envisioning a world where every woman lived in constant threat of a humiliating, mechanically enforced diaper punishment routine-- not just at work, but at home and school as well. She sighed, rubbing her neatly trimmed pussy... things were looking very bright indeed.

“Something weird is going on here!”  

That’s what ace reporter Becky Bailey had told her boss at the Chronicle a couple of weeks ago. Two female employees of a highly profitable local corporation, one of them a high ranking executive, had seemingly vanished into thin air. Nobody seemed to have any info on the case, and the only thing Becky could track down where whispers of a cover-up-- something involving a super-secret project... one that was set to make the company a lot of money and, in the words of one source, would change the business world forever.

It took some doing, but Becky finally had convinced her boss to allow her to go under-cover within the corporation and see what she could dig up. Now here she was, hiding out under the name of ‘Felicity Clark’-- just a lowly data entry clerk rotting in a cubicle for eight hours a day. But she kept her ears open and did a little digging. She couldn’t come up with much-- Ashley, the first to vanish, had seemingly been transferred to another division, but nobody could tell Becky where or how to contact her. The corporation had cooked up a story about Monica, claiming that she had gone on an extended leave... but when Becky asked where she had gone and how long she would be there, all she got were shrugs.

It wasn’t all dead-ends, though. There was one potentially juicy lead she’d turned up-- the enigmatic Ms. Megan Simmons, a young up and comer and a key part of the mysterious ‘project’ she’d heard so much about... yet for all the talk about her ‘visionary’ ideas that were supposed to revolutionize the world, nobody seemed to be able to tell Becky what it was exactly it was that Ms. Simmons actually did.

Slim leads... but she’d made due with less. Brushing a lock of blond hair out of her face, Becky rested on the bench for a few minutes before her lunch break was over, basking in the sun and exploring her options.

What should Becky do next?