Demoted To The Mechanical Nursery Chapter Eighteen (Patreon)

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The residents of the nursery weren’t the only ones in the throws of an erotic frenzy. In the control center, Ms. Simmons watched the proceedings on the monitors, the screens displaying the action from every angle, controlling her view of the action with one hand and masturbating with the other. With the touch of a button, Ms. Simmons could control the speed of the rocking and even make the saddles vibrate under her victim’s diapered butts, propelling them even faster into the sexual void. All her prisoners were now blatantly masturbating on their rocking horses, the aphrodisiac raging through their bodies, driving them into a lustful delirium, all rational adult thoughts abandoned in their race to satisfy their base desires.

     And there was another factor that was rapidly coming into play; the laxative, carefully dosed and timed to begin working as the victim’s reached the peak of their sexual desire. The farts were coming thick and fast now, and Megan was delighted, watching her hapless subjects furiously play with themselves, interrupted only by occasional bursts of flatulence... some seemingly accidental, sometimes very much deliberate, as one of the Adult Babies would pause briefly, raise up in the saddle to grunt out a noisy blast into the seat of her pampers, then settle back in to begin rubbing her pussy against the saddle once more, as though nothing had happened. But the best was yet to come.

     Eagerly grinding herself against the rocking horse, groaning, huge, electric waves of pleasure radiating outward from her privates, Monica tipped herself to one side and cut a big, fat fart without even straining, and returned to her rocking without missing a beat. Just a few short weeks ago, the prissy executive would have died of humiliation at the thought of being seen farting in public... but at this point, modesty, humility, and self control seemed like a distant priority, if not an impossibility; especially since her companions seemed to be as gassy as she was.

     As if on cue, Becky, who had been grinding herself eagerly in the saddle, lifted herself into the air and ripped a noisy one that ended in a greasy spatter. “Ahhhh!” she sighed, lowering herself back onto the horse, the relief she felt almost as orgasmic as her grinding against the subtly vibrating saddle. Her bare scalp dotted with beads of sweat, she plopped her bum back down heavily... and was greeted by a gooey squish from inside the seat of her pampers. Oh my god! She thought, trying to keep her cool. Did I just...? She wiggled her bottom a bit, blood running cold when she felt the hot pile in the seat of her pants squish wetly under her rump.

     Ashley was utterly lost in her own little world, focused completely on massaging her sopping wet pussy against the saddle. The status of her two companions, even the actions of her own body... everything that wasn’t vital to her immediate goal of getting off was blocked off, totally unimportant. She went about it furiously, rubbing her padded, plastic crotch against the saddle. It was on a particularity enthusiastic back thrust, her butt jutting out behind her lewdly, that she felt her cheeks part and her anus open entirely on it’s own. A large, semi-soft dollop of muddy poo-poo oozed into the seat of her pants, almost immediately staining the back panel brown. Ashley could react only with a surprised grunt, her guts already tightening for another round.

     Seeing the distress of her cohorts, Monica pressed herself into her saddle and clenched her buttocks and asshole as tightly as she could, actually straining with effort, sweat beading down her forehead as she felt another farty bomb building inside her-- one she was sure would be accompanied by something more than gas. Placing her full weight onto her diapered rump, she was sure she’d be able to stave off an accident. But her assumptions were proven sadly incorrect... her back passage opened up, totally beyond her control, and she deposited an ooey-gooey load into the seat with a series of mushy, gassy squishes, emitting a strange moan when she felt herself being lifted in the saddle on a cushion of poop.

In the control-room, Ms. Simmons giggled and groaned, rubbing her pussy with one hand and playing with her nipples with the other, eyes glued to the screen. It was proceeding exactly as she predicted; the farting was coming thick and fast now, their diapered rumps bulging and sagging, turning brown with a series of mushy squishes and squelches. She smiled at the sight of the three beautiful prisoners forced to rock back and forth in their poopy pants, which were getting messier by the minute. Further, the devious aphrodisiac was coursing through their bodies now, making them so desperate to get off there was no way they could think of anything else.

     Grinding their privates aggressively against the hard saddles, the regressed women would periodically produce noisy, gross sounding farts, emitting a series of squeaks and squeals as their diapers bulged and turned brown behind them. Simmons giggled mischievously as they made the most unladylike noises... she honestly doubted any of these girls predicted that one day they’d find themselves utterly stripped of their status as young women and reduced to the level of masturbating in messy pampers like depraved little babies.

     Slipping her hand down the front of her Depends, Simmons watched her prisoners mess and masturbate, hurtling towards orgasm in their poop packed pampers and playing with her pussy., relishing her control... and her naughtiness. She was, she knew, in some ways the naughtiest girl of them all... She was pulling one over on everyone, using her authority to regress all the other bad girls while she was free to indulge in her most mischievous of impulses. Megan smirked-- there was no one to stop her from getting her way now!

“Oh my God!” Becky uttered, shocked and horrified as she unleashed a massive diarrhea bomb into her diaper, the bulge in her seat almost doubling in size in a matter of seconds, accompanied by a loud fart. But not even this could dissuade her from her pursuit of an orgasm, and even as her back passage opened up to involuntarily dump a big muddy load into the seat of her pants, she was unable to stop herself from thrusting her pelvis against the rocking horse beneath her. In spite of her disgust and humiliation, she was unable to stop her flesh from quivering and her eyes from rolling back in her head, her heart pounding in her rib cage as her lust overtook her.

     Monica was unable to even form words and could only grunt and groan and squeak and squeal. Mindlessly humping the rocking horse with her steaming hot pussy, she felt the load simultaneously oozing uncontrollably from her back passage, her anus stretched to it’s limit to accommodate it. The mushy brown mess piled up in the seat of her pampers, which crinkled lightly as they slowly inflated behind her. Absurdly, she was reminded of a broken soft-serve ice cream machine and nearly giggled as she raced towards orgasm.

     For Ashley, the race was over... her climax arrived with both a rush of absolute pleasure and an explosion of thick hot poop into the seat of her pampers. A few weeks ago, she might have been able to appreciate the irony of both coming and going at the same time... but between what she’d just gone through and the mind melting orgasm she was currently experiencing (not to mention weeks of subliminal regression therapy), her intellect had almost shut down entirely, and she was reacting purely to physical stimulus... just like a helpless baby. Her journey was now complete-- her adult identity had been successfully stowed away in a closet deep in her subconscious... what was left was an oversized infant, seeking only comfort and instant gratification. A small, gassy cramp made her frown... Ashley paused, lifted herself in the saddle and grunted softly until a big, mushy glob fired itself from her butthole with an explosive blast. She sighed, her discomfort alleviated, and settled her messy tush back into the saddle to continue her ride.

     Their howls of ecstasy mixed with the sounds of their intestinal distress.

In the control room, Ms. Simmons reached a climax of her own, writhing and groaning in her padded panties, her hand rubbing her privates furiously through the front. She cranked up the volume, gleefully listening to every grunt, fart, squish, and moan, zooming in to get nice close-ups of their diapers bulging and staining behind them. Her climax rushed over her suddenly, and she chewed her lip to keep herself from screaming. With a naughty smile, she spread her legs and pissed herself, shivering as the padding sucked up the warm yellow liquid and squished wetly against her dainty slit.

     Spent and exhausted, she collapsed back into her seat, glancing up at the monitors to make sure her captives were finished. She laughed when she saw them slumped over in their saddles, spent and shamefaced, blushing in the aftermath of their depraved behaviour, the aphrodisiac working it’s way out of their systems. Hmmm... well, might as well let them stew in it a bit longer, Simmons thought with a sadistic giggle, typing a new set of commands into her console and hitting enter.

     She watched the automatons spring to life on the monitors, swooping in and gathering Ashley, Monica, and bald-headed Becky into their arms and lifting them free of the rocking horses. Ms. Simmons roared with laughter when she saw their messy diapers all saggy and stained behind her... but the loads seemed to be contained nicely, with no visible leakage. She watched as the three were laid out on the changing tables... but not to have their diapers changed. Three large white blankets were stretched out under them, and with lightning speed, the mechanical hands had them swaddled like newborns. Bound up like mummies, they squealed and cried as their messy pampers mushed up against their soft skin, each of them pleading shamelessly for a diaper change.

     But their protests were cut off with a trio of soothers popped into their whining mouths and buckled in behind their heads, leaving them with nothing to do but scowl angrily... much to Megan’s amusement! She watched happily as they were each tucked into an adult sized bassinet and slowly rocked to sleep, the soft tinkling of the music, laced with subliminal messages, filling their ears.

     She sagged back into her chair, glowing with self-satisfaction... what a clever girl I am, she thought, giving her bottom another naughty wiggle, the padding pressing against her with a satisfying squish. I’m really going to get away with it. Nothing can stop me now.

     A blinking notification on her screen alerted her that the AI was finished it’s scan of the employee files and had selected the next candidate... the next naughty girl to be added to the ranks of her growing menagerie of regressed baby women, ready to be stripped of her womanhood and remade in the image of Ms. Simmons’ choosing... namely, a powerless, drooling Adult Baby!

     She clicked on the notification and read the report... the smile rapidly falling from her face, replaced with an expression of slow dawning horror.

     “No,” she whispered, her mouth going dry when she read the name Simmons, Megan at the top of the page.

Looking back over the story, which were your favorite punishments? (Pick three)