Demoted To The Mechanical Nursery Chapter Fifteen (Patreon)

Ms. Megan Simmons watched the lovey young women struggle in the bath like a bunch of toddlers, her hand working furiously down the front of her Depends pull-up. She was quite enjoying herself and could have easily pushed herself to orgasm right there... but she forced herself to hold back. There were many delights awaiting her captives, and Megan knew she had all afternoon to enjoy herself at their expense.

    Her fingers danced across the keyboard in front of her, and she broke out into a wide, nasty grin, plotting an afternoon of infantile torment for her three unwilling lab rats.

In the nursery, the girls slumped back in the water, exhausted, the mechanical arms reaching the end of their bathing programming when they finished cleaning the girls’ feet. Once finished, they actually retreated into the ceiling and left them alone for a moment. The three nude women, dazed and disoriented, simply reclined in the warm water, gazing at each other lazily and gasping for breath. Becky, still not over the loss of her glorious golden locks, stroked her almost completely bald head and sobbed.

     Their respite was short-lived. Moments later, the nursery roared to life once more, the drains on the tub opening up and emptying the water very quickly, leaving them naked and shivering and bashfully covering their nudity in seconds. The high, steep sides of the tub came up over their heads, and even if the sides weren’t wet and sudsy following their bath, there was probably no way they’d be able to shimmy their sexy, naked bodies up the side and over the top.

     And then the hands descended once again, plucking the struggling, naked women up under their arms and lifted them, dripping wet and shivering, out of the tub, which quickly sank into the floor and disappeared from sight. Three fluffy white towels were produced, and the women found themselves kicking and squealing as they were furiously rubbed dry.

     Three large padded changing tables rose out of the floor, and the automatons carried them over, stretching them out on their bellies on the padded surface. The women groaned, assuming they were in for another machine-perfect diaper change, little realizing that Ms. Simmons had something even more humiliating planned out for them. Their wrists and ankles were pinned in place by strong mechanical hands.

     Suddenly, Monica let out a squeal when she felt her buns pried apart and her asshole smeared with cool, gooey KY jelly. A pair of corresponding squeals from either side let her know that Ashley and Becky were sharing the same fate. Monica bit her lip and flexed her toes into fists, sensing what was coming next.

     Ashley heard a familiar mechanical whir behind her. Hesitantly, she glanced over her shoulder, her heart skipping in her chest when she saw three mechanical arms brandishing three thick thermometers, headed straight for their vulnerable bare butts.

     Becky let out a shocked yowl when the cold glass of the thermometer was pressed up against her slippery asshole, then pushed home, disappearing up her rectum with almost no resistance. The journalist squeaked and jumped, what was left of her hair falling into her face as she squirmed, the thermometer pushed further and further inside her.

     The three beautiful babes lay stretched out all in a row, nude, bare bottoms pointed up at the ceiling, each one with a thick glass tube protruding from between their smooth, round buttocks. Their wrists and ankles were securely pinned to the surface of the padded table firmly, effectively immobilizing them. Each twitch or involuntarily wiggle sent strange sensations rippling out from their rumps through their entire bodies...  they held their bodies rigid, trying to remain as still as possible.

     The seconds dragged by, and the women sucked in deep breaths, vividly aware of the wide glass tubes protruding from their delicate little assholes. Occasionally, each one would curiously glance to one side, only to turn away, blushing when they caught sight of what the other women (and therefore, themselves) looked like, all helpless and naked with a baby thermometer sticking out of their butts.  

In the control room, Ms. Simmons squirmed her padded bottom in her chair, savouring the way the fabric felt beneath her wriggling bum. She watched the monitors intently, still stroking her privates through the front of her diaper. She drank in her prisoner’s humiliation and helplessness, gazing lustfully at their sexy bare forms. She told herself that it was her utter power and authority over them that was propelling her arousal... but she knew, deep down, a part of her wished she was down there with them.

Sweaty and naked, the girls could nothing but lay stretched out on their tummies, waiting for their ordeal to be over. They forced themselves to lay completely still except for the regular rise and fall of their breathing and occasional curling and uncurling of their fingers and toes. Gripping the edge of the table with white knuckles, Monica blushed a fiery red, her awareness of the sensation of the thermometer sticking out of her butt combine with the knowledge of how ridiculous she looked making her humiliation even more acute.

     At last, a trio of mechanical arms descended at a leisurely pace, took the tips of the thermometer protruding from the girls’ butt-cracks and tugged them out maddening slowness, drawing squeaks and squeals of embarrassment from the three Adult Babies. At last, the thermometers were fully withdrawn.

     Ms. Simmons studied the results, lazily masturbating in her cushy pull-up. Upon seeing that her subjects were all normal and healthy, she instructed the machine to get some diapers on them while she planned the next part of their day.

What’s next for our three babes?