Demoted To The Mechanical Nursery Chapter Twenty (Patreon)

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This story just keeps getting longer and longer, so I'm going to cut it again and try and get it finished up in another instalment (this time for sure!) Thanks for your patience-- as always, if you're enjoying the story and you want to see more like it then don't forget to hit the like button and leave a comment below-- and thank you all again for your amazing support! 

     With sweat beading down her face, Megan listened as a panel in the ceiling  slid open. She really didn’t want to look behind her, but morbid curiosity got the better of her and, almost without thinking about it, she took a glance over her pretty bare shoulder. She was just in time to see the enema hose come out like a viper, her eyes widening as it came whipping towards her backside at high velocity.

     Megan was held in place so tightly by the sinister machines that she could do little but wiggle her bum behind her, which merely presented a more inviting target. The nozzle penetrated her rectum with pinpoint accuracy, slipping up her greasy butt-hole with a minimum of resistance.

     “Hhhhhuugghh!” Megan grunted from behind her paci-gag, her eyes crossing. With her anus pulsating rhythmically around the wide rubber nozzle that had been pushed up her butt, she huffed and puffed behind the pacifier, running short of breath... her deepest erotic nightmare was coming true, and while she wasn’t enjoying it and she dreaded how far it was going to go, she couldn’t deny that she was feeling distinctly aroused by the proceedings.

     Somewhere above her, she swore she heard a distant click... moments later, the warm, soapy water came rushing into Megan’s colon, forcing a soft whimper from her. The liquid flowed freely and quickly, rushing up her butt and into her bowels at fair speed. It didn’t take long for her belly to begin feeling distended... but she knew it was only the beginning.

     Somewhere beside her she heard some giggling, muffled, but very distinctive. Her eyes flashing angrily behind her soother, she glared towards the source of the noise. Megan fumed when she saw Ashley, Monica, and Becky inside their bassinets, clearly enjoying a laugh at her expense... even thickly swaddled and forced to sleep in their massively messy diapers, they still managed a good laugh at their former tormentor’s comeuppance. Megan sputtered behind her pacifier, outraged that her obvious inferiors were laughing at her humiliation and discomfort... but there seemed to be little she could do about it besides glare and fume, making the occasional noise of discomfort or involuntary arousal, the water still flowing up her butt at a decent clip. Her belly inflated like a balloon, taunt and tight, hanging below her. Groaning, her flooded bowels reaching their limits, she balled her hands into fists and waited.

     At last, the enema trickled to a finish, the nozzle withdrawn from her hindquarters as quickly as it had entered, retracting back into it’s place in the roof. Megan groaned, her tummy bloated and burbling  ominously... but she had little time to worry about it. A changing table rose from the floor, and the automatons carried her over to it with ease, laying her naked body out on it’s padded surface.

     With her bowels filled to the bursting point, grumbling and gurgling angrily inside her, there was no time to loose. Her legs were lifted, a fresh pamper slid beneath her by one set of hands while her bottom was quickly powdered by another. As her legs were lowered, the process was quickly repeated on her front before the diaper was quickly tugged up between her thighs and fastened around her waist tightly, and just that fast, it was done: Ms. Simmons was diapered... just like her victims. This was no little depends pull-up... this was an honest to god adult sized replica of an actual pamper, down to the colourful cartoon designs on the front and back. There was no way she could have kept this diape hidden beneath her pants, and she lifted her head up to gaze down at herself, shame and humiliation warring with comfort and arousal inside her, threatening to tear her apart.  

     Again she was hoisted into the air, gasping and clenching her anus against the sudden shift in pressure. She could hold it for the moment... but Megan knew that she could only stave off the eruption for so long.  

     The changing table sank into the floor, and Megan could detect new movement below.. but she was disoriented from being so quickly hoisted into the air and set down again. It wasn’t until she discovered herself strapped into the barber’s chair that she realized where she was, breaking out into a cold sweat. She protested uselessly from behind her pacifier, struggling fiercely against her bonds... especially when she heard the sound of clippers activating behind her.

     “Ummmph uummpph!” Megan grunted, whipping her head back and forth frantically. Inside, her bowels were still full and percolating, and she tightened her tushy, redoubling her efforts to hold off an accident. The mechanical hands descended upon her once again, clamping her in place gently but firmly... sweat beaded down her face, the menacing hum growing louder and louder as they got closer...

     “UUUHHHHH!” she cried, straining uselessly against her bonds, the humming joined by a thunderous grind as the clippers took the first strip of hair from her scalp with a painless tugging sensation. But her struggles were in vain, achieving little more than making her perfectly formed tits jiggle.

     The automatons went about their job with their usual mechanized perfection... now it was Megan, who earlier that day had so gleefully robbed her victim of both her beautiful, flowing hair and her adulthood, who was on the receiving end... but she was in no mood for irony. Tears flowed down her face and she howled with fury and humiliation, hating her comeuppance all the more because of the knowledge that she deserved every second of it.

     Megan watched her beautiful black hair fall lightly to the floor, raining about her shoulders.  Soon the clippers were retracted and she was presented with a series of mirrors so she could see her gleaming bare scalp from every angle. Behind her pacifier, Megan let out a piercing scream. She was even balder than Becky, her head gleaming in the light of the nursery... seeing how thoroughly she’d been infantilized, and how completely she’d been given a taste of her own medicine, Megan lost control of her emotions, screaming and crying behind her pacifier.

     The situation was everything she’d both dreaded and fantasized about. Her adulthood had been revoked, and even if she had been able to contact anyone on the outside, they might not even believe she was who she said she was anymore.

     She clenched her buttocks, barely holding back her enema now. She knew that the longer she held it, the more sloppy the mess would be, but she couldn’t help clinging to the last scrap of her dignity, though whether she was stubbornly holding onto her adult identity or trying to heighten her eventual erotic humiliation she could no longer tell.