Demoted To The Mechanical Nursery Chapter Twenty One (Finale) (Patreon)

Hey everyone,

It took longer than I thought, but we're finally here...  Thanks for sticking with me to the very end! Fans of this series shouldn't fret too much-- I'm already planning a "spiritual successor" to this story that's going to open up a whole myriad of possibilities (this will, however, probably be the last we see of Megan, Ashley, Monica and Becky.) Thanks again for all your kind support, and if you enjoyed this story and you'd like to see more like it in the future then don't forget to hit the like button and leave a comment below.

A powder pink t-shirt was pulled over Megan’s bald head, followed by a pair of shorty-pant overalls that were tugged up over her legs, the straps pulled into place over her chest and buckled. The denim was tight, especially around the crotch, seat and waist... as a result, her diaper bulged obviously, giving her an exaggerated pear shape, her bottom and crotch clearly heavily padded.

     Ms. Simmons was so focused on keeping her pants clean, she was only vaguely aware of the baby bouncer descending from the ceiling, barely noticing it until she found her feet being threaded through the leg holes. Moments later, her padded butt was settled into the canvas seat and Megan found herself dangling, her toes brushing the floor, the bouncer swaying softly with every little move she made.

     Dazed, with little to do but compulsively suck her paci-gag, her newly bald head gleaming, her bowels angrily grumbling, about to dump a steaming hot load into the seat of her diapers, Simmons couldn’t believe how quickly her schemes had come undone. Just a short time ago, she’d held in her hands the fate of three beautiful young women-- indeed, every woman at the company.

     Now, mere moment’s later, she’d fallen into her own devious trap. Spanked and administered an enema, shaved bald, diapered and strapped into an adult-sized baby bouncer, it had taken mere minutes for her to loose everything. Now, her title, her money, her status as a beautiful young woman... none of it meant anything anymore. The woman that she’d been was gone... She was as much an adult baby as Ashley, Monica, and Becky now, and it seemed they would all remain that way for the foreseeable future.  

     Just when she thought she couldn’t sink any lower, the enema rudely reminded her of it’s existence with an involuntary squirt from her rear end, which she clamped down on and got under control with a gasp-- but was still able to leave a big wet patch in the seat of her diapers.

     “Hhhuuhhhggg...” she grunted, straining audibly, clenching her buttocks and trying to bring her legs together in a last-ditch effort to stay clean and maintain the remnants of her dignity... but the padding between her thighs was just too thick, and she was forced to give up. Left with nothing to do but dangle, her feet inches off the floor, her continence hanging by a thread, there was little left for Megan to do beyond indulge in self pity.

It’s not fair! she screamed internally, nearly in tears when she felt the cool air against her sweaty bald scalp. She had everything planned so well, everything designed and reprogrammed to her specifications... how had it all gone so spectacularly wrong?  It was one thing to fantasize about the nursery turning on her and subjecting her to her own carefully devised discipline regimes... it was quite another to actually experience it. There was no handsome daddy figure in her future, no rich, sexy man to change her diapers and spank her and take her to bed-- just the cold, sterile competence of the machines, ruthlessly efficient and emotionally indifferent as it reduced her to a sobbing, quivering adult baby. It made part of her want to weep uncontrollably... and another part want to reach down and masturbate in her diapers.

     But before she could decide, she was wracked with a painful cramp in her tummy. All of her desperate squeezing and clenching was for nothing... a hot, mushy load erupted into her diaper with a cacophonous farting sound. Megan made one last effort to regain control, squealing when she felt her anus and butt-cheeks opening against her will, a hot surge of muddy poopy exploding into the back of her pampers. The mess instantly hit the seat of the bouncer and began spreading across her cheeks and filling her butt-crack.

     Making it worse was the arousal she was trying and failing to suppress. All of her secret, buried, most depraved fantasies were coming true, and Megan was horrified to realize her arousal was growing in time with her ongoing degradation and humiliation, the sensation of her hot, poopy mess squishing and mushing up against her smooth butt-cheeks making her dainty little pussy all hot and gooey, the thick material of her diaper pressing and rubbing against her making it even worse.

     “Uhh-hhuuuhh!” she grunted, twitching in the baby bouncer as she uncontrollably filled her diaper with a thick brown mess., the seat rapidly discolouring beneath her. The warm, poopy mess flowed out of her, meeting absolutely no resistance, her continence failing her completely. All Megan could do was grunt and shiver helplessly as a warm, smelly mess flooded into the seat of her pants, the enema making everything nice and squishy.

     Her eyes rolled back in her head, and Megan made one final, desperate attempt to regain control, straining out loud as she squeezed her buns together and clenched her anus tightly, fighting with every ounce of her strength to keep the last of the mess inside her... but instead, she merely prolonged her agony, the remainder of her smelly mess coming out in a series of loud, mushy farts, each one propelling a small surge of warm mud into the seat of her poop packed pampers.

     At last her butt was empty. Megan sighed, happy at least to have relieved herself of the weight in her bowels. Hanging limply in the baby bouncer, twisting too and fro slowly, her toes just barely brushing the carpet below her, bald head sweaty and gleaming, she sighed and tried to get comfortable. Her full weight was on her buttocks, the heavy, squishy pile in her pants mushing up against her and mushing up between her buttocks. The poopy stench was wafting out of her diapers, blanketing her in it’s earthy scent. Her pussy was scorching hot, just begging for her to reach down and give it a rub... but hanging as she was, wrapped up in layers of plastic and thick, fuzzy fabric, it would be virtually impossible.

Could this get any worse? she thought to herself, squirming futility, the mess in her diaper squishing audibly with every move she made.

     As if on cue, a panel retracted in the wall, a pair of mechanical arms reaching out towards her, taking hold of her ankles, her eyes going wide when she realized what was about to happen.

     “Mmmuurr-uummph!” She protested emphatically from behind her paci-gag, wriggling as best she could, mushing the poopy load in her pants against her backside. The automatons pulled down on her ankles, gently but firmly, Megan squealing and squirming, the slimy pulp in her pampers squelching, finding new nooks and crannies to invade. She emitted a series of strange noises, both disgusted and undeniably aroused buy the ushy-gushy sensations in the back of her pants.

     Without warning, the automatons released their grip on her ankles, sending Megan springing gently into the air and then softly down again. She grunted, the messy load in her pants squishing against her beyond anything that seemed possible, and she was forced to wonder idly exactly how messy a diaper could possibly get.

     Up and down, up and down... she lost count of how many time she bounced, the poop in her pants spreading further across her bum with every little move. Worse, her privates were rubbing against the puffy crotch of her pampers, stoking her arousal. Megan’s eyes rolled back in her head, and almost against her will, she found herself grinding her diapered pussy into the fabric between her legs as best she could, bald head gleaming in the harsh overhead lights, poopy stink wafting up into her nose from below... frantically trying to push herself towards a climax.  

And in the darkness of the control-room, the computers ticked and hummed softly, the AI Ms. Simmons had so meticulously re-created in her own twisted image ran it’s calculations. The experiment had likely run it’s course in this environment-- using company funds, it rented itself a palatial mansion in the countryside and immediately began making plans to renovate it... converting the house into a full size version of the mechanical nursery, big enough for the current crop of subjects, plus any future residents they might acquire down the road. Transportation might be a problem, but the machine thought it might have a solution and immediately began drafting up blue-prints for a small scale, mobile version of the mechanical nursery built into the back of a moving truck.

     In the darkness, the machine murmured quietly to itself, dreaming up new ways to solve the problem of immature women once and for all... both in the office and beyond.

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