Demoted To The Mechanical Nursery Chapter Thirteen (Patreon)

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After breakfast, Ashley and Monica spent the morning lounging in the playpen, reclining on soft blankets among their plush animals. They played with their toys-- Monica watched Ashley suck on her pacifier and dance her stuffed animals across the floor, a simple grin on her face. Monica shuddered-- she’d watched Ashley grow more infatuated with her toys every day, the subliminal messages continuing to erode her intelligence and adult personality.  

     Worse, Monica, who had initially been board to tears by the situation, found herself getting more involved in the toys and games as time went by. Her brain was getting fuzzy, and her mind tended to wander... worse, a couple of times she’d caught herself pissing her diaper before she’d even noticed what was happening. Ashley didn’t even try to contain herself anymore... ten or so minutes after every meal, she’d unselfconsciously grunt a major load out into the seat of her diaper and go about her day as if nothing had happened. In fact, Monica could smell her right now, crinkling her nose at the poopy stink that wafted from her playmate’s direction.

     They were a little surprised when the door slid open-- the pair rarely actually saw other people, with most of the communication being done over the loudspeakers. The Adult Babies instinctively recoiled when the mechanical hands emerged from the walls and ceiling, but this time they weren’t coming towards them... instead, they made a bee line for the door, actually crossing the threshold to seize their prey and pull her inside.

     “What the hell is going on?!” Becky screamed, kicking and tugging at her bonds as she simultaneously drank in her surroundings. Moments before she’d been in an ordinary, modern day office building, just like any other... now she was in some sort of daycare... except, of course, for the fact that everything was sized for an adult-- someone about my size, she thought with a gulp. 

     Another set of hands descended upon her with a menacing whir, gripping her blouse in their steely fingers and tearing it off in one sharp motion.

     “Aahhh!” she cried, her fierce struggles unable to prevent or even slow the removal of her clothes, leaving her naked and blushing.

     In the playpen, Ashley and Monica held their breath when they saw Megan Simmons cross the threshold, actually entering the mechanical nursery fir the first time. Both Ashley and Monica scooted closer, gripping the bars in anticipation. A former executive, Monica was privy to the details on the mechanical nursery... since it’s ‘glitch’ developed, the nursery would read any woman who entered it’s perimeter as a ‘client’ and immediately pounce on her... had their tormentor forgotten herself and fallen into her own trap?

     Monica and Ashley watched with glee as the mechanical hands snapped into action, hurtling towards the smug Ms. Simmons...

     ... Only to be halted about a foot away from her, almost as though they were blocked by an invisible wall. In the playpen the girls watched with disappointment as the hands slowly retreated from her like chastened dogs. Ms. Simmons grinned. The new app she’d created for her phone was working even better than it did during the tests, using the phone to send out a signal that created a ‘dead zone’ around her, a perimeter no automaton could break without frying it’s circuits. As long as the app was running, Simmons could enter and interact with the nursery without becoming one of it’s occupants.

     “I really do appreciate you signing up for our little beta test, Becky,” Simmons said smugly, glancing over the struggling reporter’s naked body with a satisfied smile.  

     “Let me go, you friggin’ psycho!” Becky screamed at the top of her lungs, futilely... the nursery possessed world class soundproofing to prevent the cries of Adult Baby girls from disrupting work in the rest of the office.  

     “Don’t be silly, Becky,” Simmons said, watching gleefully as the machine set the struggling woman spread eagle on the changing table, her delectable, naked body laid out before her, utterly at her mercy. “We’re just getting started. Legs up!’ she commanded, the hands instantly complying, lifting Becky’s legs high into the air and exposing her shaved little pussy and the tight crinkle of her asshole.

     “Hey!” Becky demanded in her bossiest voice. “I’m gonna sue if you don’t put me down right-- nnuuph!”  

     A thick rubber pacifier was pushed into Becky’s mouth and strapped around the back of her head, stifling her protests. “Hold still,” Simmons said, sliding a thick, crinkly disposable diaper under Becky’s wiggling tushy. Simmons took the time to carefully apply lotion and powder the her plump, womanly backside,  then signalled to the automatons to lower her back down to the table.  

     Becky gazed up at her tormentor, her eyes blazing with fury. Ms. Simmons grinned and patted her smooth bare crotch. “Very nice Becky,” she teased, slathering lotion onto the girl reporter’s loins. “The baby smooth looks certainly suits you!” Ms Simmons chuckled evilly, dusting Becky’s crotch with powder and patting it in firmly. “But I think it’s important that the carpet matches the drapes... know what I mean?”

What’s this psychotic bitch babbling about? Becky thought to herself, furious as the diaper was pulled up tightly between her thighs and sealed shut around her waist.

     “Bring out the grooming station, please,” Ms. Simmons said to no one in particular.

     With a series of whirs and clanks, a panel in the floor opened. A full hair-cutting and beauty station, complete with salon quality equipment and products, rose up out of the floor.

     Before Becky knew what was happening, she was hoisted into the air again, blushing, her diaper crinkling loudly beneath her, her bare tits jiggling.  

     Before she knew what was happening, she’d been deposited on her puffy diaper butt into the seat of the barber’s chair. A set of strong metal bands snapped into place around her wrists, ankles and waist, trapping her in place. She struggled furiously... only to freeze when she heard the sound of electric clippers activating behind her with a menacing hum.

     Slowly, she glanced over her shoulder, eyes bulging when she saw Simmons approaching, the clippers buzzing in her hand. “I always did like to give my dollies hair cuts,” she said with an evil grin.

     Becky screamed from behind her pacifier gag, whipping her head back in forth both in protest and in an attempt to thwart whatever Simmons had planned for her glorious golden hair.  

     “Hold the subject still please,” Megan said with a weary sigh. The hands snapped into place instantly, gripping the girl reporter tightly, but firmly... Becky could do no more than emit muffled protests and sweat in anticipation.

     She didn’t have to wait long-- for a moment, the buzz was drown out by an awful grinding sound. Becky felt a strange tugging at her scalp... moments later, a long, thick strip of lustrous blonde hair drifted past her face and floated to the floor. Becky watched it go, emitting a pitiful scream behind the rubber nipple that had been stuffed into her mouth.  

     Frantic, she struggled against her bonds with every ounce of her strength... but the machines and the metallic cuffs were more than able to hold her in place. Tears streamed down her face as Ms. Simmons took another pass, followed quickly by a second and a third. Becky began sobbing as she felt locks of hair falling softly onto her shoulders and trailing down past her face, falling to the floor in golden piles.

     In the playpen, Ashley and Monica gripped the bars and watched the scene with sympathy and alarm-- Becky’s cries quickly grew more hysterical as she was relieved of more and more of her flowing blond tassels. They stared at the scene with wide eyes, praying they wouldn’t be next in the barber’s chair.

     In minutes, Ms. Simmons had Becky’s hair sheered down to a bristly stubble, then went to work cleaning it up. Becky moaned and wailed as the clippers were dragged quickly and cleanly across her scalp, leaving her head as bald and shiny as a newborn babe. Only a single lock of hair at the front of her head remained, dangling down above her eyes.

     With the job done, the automatons released her and retracted to their place behind the wall. “Well Becky,” Simmons said, taking up a nearby hand mirror, “what do you think of your new look?”

     She held up the mirror with a spiteful little smile. Behind her pacifier, Becky let out a horrified scream when her shiny bald head came into view.  She focused on the ridiculous curl of hair dangling in front of her forehead and let out a piercing scream.

What’s next for our three babes?