Demoted To The Mechanical Nursery Chapter Seventeen (Patreon)

 Becky belched, the noise loud and rumbling in the nursery. She stretched out on her tummy as best she could, the mechanical hand patting her on the back, gently but firmly, squeezing and jostling the gas from her body... and she wasn’t the only one, a fact she was reminded of when she heard Ashley cut another loud fart into the seat of her thick diaper.

     With a sigh, she relaxed and let herself sink in to the padding of the thick cylinder she was laying across. She was surprised to find that she was feeling rather relaxed, the warm padding beneath her and the gentle patting of the machines actually feeling kind of good... soothing after the ordeal she’d suffered just a short while ago.

     Monica too noticed a strange sensation. Stretched out on her tummy, her pampered butt up in the air behind her, she allowed the machine to pat the gas out of her and relaxed. She had a feeling she could only describe as ‘funny,’ and if she didn’t know better, she could have sworn she felt a strange tingle building in her crotch and around her nipples.

     In between them, Ashley was in a state of total relaxation. After weeks of exposure to Ms. Simmons subliminal and hypnotic conditioning, it almost felt natural at this point to simply lay back and be the big baby they obviously wanted her to be. So she sighed and relaxed her entire body, belching and farting out loud whenever the need arose. Occasionally, she would get a little cramp, which was usually followed by either a burp or a toot, which relieved it. She chalked it up to the extreme amount of liquid they’d just been force to consume and dismissed it. She too was becoming aware of a strange (though not unpleasant) tingling sensation.

It the control room, Megan Simmons was burning up-- her arousal had already built to the point of no return... but the best, she knew, was yet to come. They were reaching the climax of Becky’s welcome to the nursery, and she wanted to make sure Ashley, Monica, and Becky had reached the moment of their ultimate submission and subjugation before she allowed her lust to boil over. Her body, nude but for the thick Depends’ pull-up she’d tugged up over her bottom that morning, glistened with sweat in the glow of her monitors.  

     Her diaper was soggy with sweat and other bodily fluids, and she squeezed the squishy fabric between her thighs and wiggled her bum, barely resisting the urge to play with herself as she entered a new string of commands into her console and hit enter, a shiver running through her body when she thought of the power she possessed over these young women... and the ways she was using it to shape and mould their minds, their bodies, their very identities made her break out in goosebumps.

     Pushing enter, she turned to the monitor and watched intently, her bosom heaving, pulsing with sexual energy... she didn’t want to miss a single moment of what was about to happen next.

The girls in the nursery were beginning to feel the effects of Ms. Simmons devilish concoction. In spite of themselves, of the bizarre and humiliating situation, of the invasive and demeaning ordeals they had undergone, each of the women was beginning to feel distinctly horny. There was no denying it anymore, no blaming it on the involuntary movement of their breasts and pussies against the soft padding of the cylinder beneath them... the women were quickly descending into an erotic frenzy, barely resisting the urge to begin humping the surface beneath them with abandon. Even Ashley’s occasional farting wasn’t enough to dampen the mood... in fact, as the patting continued Becky and Monica even eased out a couple of quiet squeakers themselves, still trying to relieve the bloated feeling inside them.

     And then, suddenly, the automatons were upon the girls once more, hoisting them into the air with ease, their bodies relaxed and limp as dishrags in the strong mechanical hands. With their diapered buts bulging out behind them, legs dangling limply below, a low, but quickly building sexual desire throbbing within them the Adult Babies simply abandoned themselves to their fate, dangling helplessly in the strong, mechanical arms.  

     A panel in the floor slid away and a trio of ornately crafted rocking horses rose up into the nursery. The three women soon found themselves sitting atop them, their feet dangling several inches off the floor. Squirming and wriggling, they soon discovered that the saddles had strange ridges and grooves on it, pressing up against them and ensuring that their diapers would rub against their privates in a most delightful way. Further, it was almost impossible to keep still- the horses were weighted in such a way that they seemed to rock gently to and fro weather the riders wanted to or not.

     They soon found themselves swaying gently, and Monica chewed her lip, trying to suppress the shudders and groans of her growing sexual stimulation, not wanting to display her mounting arousal to the others. The gentle rubbing of her pussy against the saddle was so nice, not even the lingering gassy fullness in her tummy could bring her down.

     Beside her, Ashley felt much the same. She allowed herself to rock back and forth, slowly at first, then with greater speed as the fire built in her loins, the diaper growing soggy and squishy beneath her pulsating slit. But inside, her tummy was grumbling and groaning, and her farts didn’t seem to be bringing her any relief... if anything, she was feeling even queasier than ever, her bowels grumbling and gurgling loudly inside her... but as her passion built, it didn’t matter-- she rocked back and forth, grinding her pussy into the saddle and occasionally lifting a cheek to pass gas noisily.

     Even Becky was loosing herself to her arousal, grinding her privates into the saddle, her nearly bald head gleaming with sweat. A small scrap of rationality pleaded from within to maintain her dignity, but it was resoundingly ignored. All Becky’s professionalism, the cornerstone of her self image as an ace reporter had been abandoned, and she gleefully masturbated in the saddle, pumping the rocking horse between her legs furiously. The only thing even remotely inhibiting her good time now was her grumbling guts. Her cramps were getting unbearable, and Becky reddened when she tightened the wrong muscles during her frantic masturbation and accidentally pushed out a gross, bubbly toot, barely muffled by her thick diapers.

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