Demoted To The Mechanical Nursery Chapter Three

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Megan Simmons tapped a new series of commands into her console, relishing the power she had literally at her finger-tips. She gazed down at Ashley from behind the two way mirror, confident that she could see everything without being observed from the safety of the nursery’s control centre. The girl kicked and screamed, demanding to be let out and making vague legal threats... but Simmons wasn’t worried. Ashley had signed the standard contract when she became employed, and it contained a clause, buried somewhere deep within, not only volunteering her in advance for any ‘product testing’ the company might require in the future, but also waving all legal recourse on her part-- legally, both she and the company were in the clear.   

     She watched Ashley struggle, her large, bare breasts wobbling alluringly. From the bank of monitors on the side of the room, Simmons could inspect Ashley’s struggling, nubile young body from almost every angle, and she took a moment to admire her neatly trimmed pubic hair, the sexy curves of her hips, the way her plump, womanly buttocks jiggled behind her as she fought and kicked, struggling to free herself from the mechanical hands that held her in place.  

     “This is only the beginning,” she whispered to herself, hitting enter with a suppressed shiver of pleasure, then turning to the window to watch the show that was about to unfold.

     In the nursery, suspended naked from the ceiling by her wrists and ankles, Ashley kicked and fought against her confinement, struggling so hard that a light sheen of sweat had begun to pop out on her pretty pale skin. She heard the clanking starting up again all around her as Ms Simmons shifted the nursery from ‘containment’ mode into ‘active,’  bringing all it’s system’s and functions online. Ashley emitted a squeak of horror as she was lifted and twisted in the air, eventually finding herself on her back in the centre of the changing table, dazed, held in place by strong mechanical hands.

     “No!” she cried, kicking and pulling at her restraints. “Get away from me! You can’t-- Mmmmph!” Her screams were cut off by a large pacifier being popped into her mouth and quickly strapped and buckled around the back of her head, reducing her to muffled grunts and squeals.

     The hands gripped her tight, leaving her unable to do much more than buck and shimmy in place on the table. “YYEEK!” she squealed when she felt a fat line of cold baby lotion squirted onto her naked body, stretching from her crotch to her collarbone. Ashley struggled, but was unable to stop two more pairs of mechanical hands descending from the ceiling and rubbing it into her nubile young body. Meanwhile, even more mechanical digits were appearing from the floor, gathering and preparing the various things she would require for the first diaper change of her adulthood.

     The lotion was rubbed into her soft skin, in spite of her muffled protests. Ashley squawked as her ankles were lifted off the table, raising the pale, plump heart of her bare bottom into the air. She struggled, curling her toes into little fists as another fat dollop of lotion was squirted onto her jiggling tushy. She growled, fuming, outraged as the soft but steely fingers kneaded and massaged her buttocks, working the greasy lotion into her seat.

     Meanwhile, in the control booth, Megan Simmons watched the proceedings on her monitors, taking in the action from every angle. She allowed herself a grin of pleasure as she watched Ashley’s bottom being thoroughly coated with cream and then dusted with a goodly amount of baby powder. She sucked in a deep breath and held it as the big, thick pamper was slipped under Ashley’s wiggling rump. Simmons licked her lips, watching intently as Ashley’s backside was lowered, making contact with the thick material and bring her inching ever being stripped of her adult hood indefinitely. Standing she went over to the window, her hips rolling slightly more than necessary as she went, a tingle of pleasure pulsing in her panties as she watched.

     On the changing table, Ashley’s struggle increased when she felt the diaper under her butt, her big beautiful tits wobbling in time with her movements... but it was no use-- her legs were easily held in place while her pussy was dusted with powder. She bit down on the pacifier and growled furiously as the diaper was pulled up tightly between her legs and taped into place around her waist.  

     In the control centre, Megan sucked in a deep breath as she watched the hands open the tapes and press them down, sealing Ashley into her padded prison. Her face broke into a wide, almost manic grin as she watched Ashley vainly struggle, her efforts unable to even slow the process down. Things were working out even better than she’d planned, and Ms. Simmons was practically giddy when she saw the hands go for the wardrobe, pulling it open and reaching in to select an outfit for their new charge. Of course, with her command console, she could select an outfit for Ashley manually-- but she wanted to see what the AI would select on it’s own.

     She wasn’t disappointed... a cute little pink and white sundress was selected and brought over. Ashley was pulled into a sitting position, and before she knew it, the garment had been tugged over her head and her arms were threaded through the sleeves. The dress was short enough to expose almost the entirety of her giant, puffy pampers, making checks and changes easier. Additionally, a large slit in the back made taking the dress on and off easier, not to mention revealing the bulging seat of her diaper and a large portion of her bare back.

     Fingers clacking on the keyboard, Simmons scrolled through potential hairstyles. The nursery possessed all the materials necessary to cut and style Ashley’s hair in any number of babyish styles, but for the moment she settled for a simple set of pigtails... after all, there’s plenty of time to get creative, she thought with an evil grin, watching the hands descend towards their charge.

     Ashley held her breath when the hands started taking up fistfuls of her hair, expecting the worst. But she had to admit, she could hardly even feel it as her hair was styled and banded into a pair of childish pigtails.

     At last, the ordeal was over, and Ashley blushed when she caught sight of herself in the mirror on the far side of the room-- she certainly looked the part! Ashley fumed as she scanned her own image, hardly even recognizing herself. The stylish young lady who had entered the office that morning no longer existed... in her place sat an adult toddler, looking like she just walked out of the doll isle at a toy store.  

     Her thoughts were interrupted by Ms. Simmons cold laughter of the speakers. “Ha ha ha! Don’t you just look adorable?!”

     Ashley let out an angry breath through flared nostrils, folding her arms under her breasts in a huff.

     “Awww, don’t be pouty baby,” Simmons said over the intercom. “I know what you need...”

What’s in store for Ashley next?