Demoted To The Mechanical Nursery Chapter Fourteen (Patreon)

Sorry it took so long to get this one ready-- as I mentioned before, I'm coming of a long and difficult couple of weeks at work. But I've got a little time off now and things should be back to normal at work, so hopefully I can get all caught up on everything now. Look for the next installment of The Descent in a couple of days.

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In the playpen, Monica and Ashley watched Becky staring into the mirror and weeping at the sight of her new haircut, sobbing disbelievingly at the sight of her bald and gleaming scalp. The pair peered at the scene from between the bars, cowering in fear, preying that they wouldn’t be the next ones to lose their precious, glossy locks.

     In particular, Monica felt the cold shiver of terror inside her. Her former rival still hadn’t forgiven her for standing in the way of her pet project, and Ms. Simmons never seemed to miss an opportunity to heap humiliation on poor Monica.

     Cold fear gripped her belly, making her bowels rumble. Unbeknownst to Monica and Ashley, part of the subliminal training they were receiving enhanced and exacerbated the physical effects of emotions such as fear or stress, specifically to their bladder and bowels. As a result, a high stress situation or sudden shock or period of prolonged anxiety increased the odds of the girls losing control of their bowels or bladder. Monica had already doused her diaper while she was watching the haircut, her pampers growing wet and heavy between her thighs before she’d even noticed. Now, watching Becky bawl her eyes out as she inspected her new infantile haircut, Monica was dimly aware of an uncomfortable feeling building in her guts in time with her apprehension. Her bowels suddenly roared to life inside of her, and before she even realized what was happening, she was taking an utterly involuntary dump in the seat of her diaper. Monica’s jaw dropped, her soother falling from her mouth when an enormous fart emerged from her backside without warning, a huge, gooey mess spattering noisily into the back of her pampers.

     With a grunt, Monica was able to squeeze her backside shut and temporarily regain control. But her tummy was still cramping, her bowels percolating wildly inside her... it wasn’t long before her conditioning took over once more, and Monica cried out in humiliation and frustration as she lost control again. A sloppy, flatulent noise accompanied another muddy gush from her quivering backside, leaving her diaper heavy and brown behind her, her buttocks all smeared and messy.

     Monica reddened... there was absolutely no way the others in the room hadn’t noticed, and soon every eye was on her... all except for Becky, who continued gazing in the mirror and sobbing over her new look. A glance at Ashley revealed the she was staring at Monica and pinching her nose shut (a bit hypocritical, Monica thought, considering she had a load in her diaper that was stinking up the place as well.)

     “Well well well,” Ms. Simmons chuckled, making her way over to the playpen. Monica and Ashley shrank away, huddling together and cowering against the bars at the back, their poopy diapers squishing beneath them as they did. Simmons crinkled her cute, turned up nose distastefully, relishing the way her two diapered captives squirmed and cowered, fearful and embarrassed under her gaze. “Are you two stinking up the nursery again?” she asked condescendingly.

     The pair could do little more than blush and squirm in their loaded pampers. With the stench of their messy diapers wafting through the air, there was little they could say in their defence. Ms. Simmons laughed at their discomfort. “Personally, I think you could all use a nice, long bath... computer?”

     She’d barely finished speaking the words when the nursery snapped into motion, the sobbing Becky plucked from her seat seconds before the beauty station cleared itself away, sinking into the floor as though it was never there. Meanwhile, on the other side of the room, another panel retracted and a large tub full of steaming water and frothy pink bubbles emerged.

     Becky’s crying was disrupted by a sharp yelp as she was hoisted into the air by the mechanical hands. Her diaper was stripped from her body in one smooth, efficient motion. Becky kicked and screamed, totally naked, her nearly bald head gleaming in the light, her bare ass jiggling behind her. She was unceremoniously dumped into the water and resurfaced coughing and rubbing water from her eyes. The tub was deeper than it looked, the water coming up to her shoulders when she sat. Further, the sides of the tub were high-- she estimated that she’d need to stand on tippy-toe to peer out over the top.

     Moments later, Monica and Ashley felt themselves hoisted into the air by their under arms, their loaded and stained diapers sagging heavily behind them. Their clothes were quickly removed, followed swiftly by their diapers, which were pulled off carefully, wrapped up into a ball and discarded into the large diaper pail in the corner. They blushed and squealed when their dirty, poop-smeared buns were revealed to the entire room.

     The automatons made quick work of the mess with wet wipes, then deposited the pair of them into the bath next to Becky. The three naked maidens shared a mutually embarrassed look with each other, shamed by their collective nudity... but it wasn’t long before they had bigger things to worry about.

     The mechanical hands swarmed them, some gripping their arms and legs and manoeuvring them so that others could scrub their bodies more easily and efficiently. The girls squeaked and squealed as they were firmly scoured with soft, soapy washcloths.

     Ms. Simmons made her way to the control room so she would be able to enjoy the view in a little privacy. Stripping down to her Depends Pull-Up, she took up a position behind the console and watched the monitors eagerly, studying the Adult Babes in their steaming hot bath. She smiled, pleased with herself, slipping her hand down the front of her Depends so she could play with her pussy, groaning with pleasure as the three Babes squealed and blushed their way through their bath.

     They were twisted, pulled, and bent into every possible position, the wet soapy washcloths worked in and out of every nook and cranny. The adult Baby women found their faces, armpits, and breasts scrubbed clean with cold, clinical detachment. Squawking indignantly, their legs were spread and their private parts were rigorously bathed... and with their limbs held in place, all three of them were powerless to do anything to prevent it. Finally the automatons pressed the soapy cloths up between their butt-cheeks, each one squealing and wincing as their crinkled little assholes were thoroughly scrubbed clean by firm, steady mechanical fingers.

     Ms. Simmons watched from the control booth, the cameras capturing the action from every angle, blatantly masturbating with her hand down the front of her Depends. She smiled to herself wondering what indignity she could heap upon them next.

What’s next for our three Adult Babies?