Demoted To The Mechanical Nursery Chapter Sixteen (Patreon)

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Gasping and sweaty, the three Adult Baby girls lay prone on the thickly padded tables, nude, exhausted, and groaning after their ordeal, bare butts pointed into the air, passively awaiting what was coming next. The old familiar mechanical noises emerged from within the walls. In seconds, they were swarmed once more by the automated hands, which first rained powder on their quivering bare butts and patted it in firmly before flipping them over onto their backs.  

     They moaned with displeasure as their ankles were lifted and fresh pampers were spread out under their wriggling bottoms. Their pussies were oiled and powdered, the thick diapers tugged up between their legs and sealed up tight around their waists.  

In the control booth, Megan Simmons divided her attention between watching her victims struggle and blush on the monitors, simultaneously planning the next stage of their infantile torment with one hand and softly stroking her pussy with the other. The Depends pull-up between her legs was getting wet and sticky... I’m going to need a change soon, she thought, grinning.

     She couldn’t help looking at her prisoners with a touch of envy. It wasn’t that she desired to switch places with them (in fact, she regarded the idea of being trapped within the nursery with a kind of dread.) But she couldn’t help thinking how nice it it would be to have someone to change her diapers for her... a male someone-- who was tall and dark and...

     A blinking light on her screen interrupted her daydreaming... the nursery was ready to implement the next phase of it’s programming. Practically trembling with anticipation, she reached out, hit the enter button, and sat back to watch the show.

In the nursery, the three Adult Babies were pulled into sitting positions and little white t-shirts were tugged down over their heads, the mechanical fingers threading their arms through the proper openings. The shirts didn’t even come down over their belly-buttons and the fabric was tight, clinging to their bodies and accentuating their breasts alluringly... but at least they weren’t naked anymore.  

     The whirring emerged again, and the women tensed their bodies, preparing themselves for whatever fresh infantile humiliation had cooked up for them now. With her diapered butt crinkling beneath her, and her nearly bald head gleaming under the lights, Becky squirmed and twisted as best she could, trying to get a glimpse of what they were in for next.

     A series of straps came whipping out of the tables suddenly, binding the girls tightly and pulling them back against the padded surface, leaving them wiggling and squirming helplessly on their backs once again.

     Fighting futilely against her bonds, Ashley’s eyes darted around the room nervously, waiting for the next violation of her womanhood. She’d been in the nursery so long, she’d almost forgotten what it was even like to be an adult... but that didn’t dim the knowledge that she was, indeed, a grown woman who was much too old for this treatment, nor did it blunt the humiliation she felt every time she was forced to act like an overgrown infant.

     Monica’s eyes went wide when a new trio of mechanical arms emerged from the walls, each one clutching a large baby bottle filled with mysterious, milky liquid. They snaked around towards the girls at high speed, popping the nipples into their mouths before they even knew what was happening. Almost instantly, her mouth filled with sweet, chocolatey fluid. The weeks of exposure to subliminal messages caused her to suckle the nipple instinctively, and she soon settled into a rhythm of sucking and swallowing, downing large quantities of the liquid, groaning when she realized the bottle was massive, and she still had a long way to go before she was finished. At least it tastes good, she thought with a sigh, settling in to her nursing.

I don’t know how much more of this I can take! Becky thought, watching the liquid in the bottle slowly drain, trying to estimate exactly how much was left. Figuring she was only about half way through, she choked back a sob and tried not to think about how tight and taunt and full her stomach felt... or how full her bladder had gotten. A tear rolled down her cheek when she felt herself let out an involuntarily gush of pee into her fresh diaper.

     In fact, by the time they were nearly finished, all three Adult Babies had totally soaked their britches, the padding at the crotch swollen and dark between their thighs. Their tummies were full to the point of bursting, and a warm, sleepy sensation spread over them. The rubber nipples were popped from their mouths, the straps were unwound from their bodies, allowing them to breathe a little more easily... at least, until the automatons descended on them once again, hoisting them into the air once more and found themselves strapped into the automatic burping machine-- a soft padded beam that the three regressed women were placed onto, face down, their diapered butts stuck up in the air behind them, so that the hands could pat them on the back softly.

     The women blushed as they involuntarily released a series of loud burps (and in the case of Ashley, who was the most regressed of the trio, a couple of noisy farts.) It was embarrassing, but it did help relieve the pressure in their tummies a bit, and the three shared a sigh of relief, glad to have another ordeal behind them.

But in the control booth, the cackling Ms. Simmons knew better. The liquid in the bottle was a compound of her own sadistic design. It contained not only a powerful laxative, but also a highly potent aphrodisiac; one that was guaranteed to drive her victims into a horny frenzy! She calculated that within the next twenty minutes, Ashley, Monica and Becky would be hauling around a set of very messy, saggy diapees... but even that would take a back seat to the unquenchable fire about to be ignited in their loins!

     Wiggling and masturbating in her Depends, Simmons tapped out another set of commands into her console and hit enter, sitting back and waiting for the fun to start.

What’s next for our hapless Adult Babies?