Code Gease: Kallen the Pampered Chapter 2 (Patreon)

Chapter II: The Processing Center

The first area of the ‘school’ was mostly barren. The door behind her had once again disappeared into the wall, leaving the same outlining seam where a door had been. In front of her, a white automatic door trimmed with gold filigree assumedly led deeper into the facility. The walls around it were an obnoxious pastel pink with baby blue trim while the floor beneath her was glass, lit underneath by bright white lights. In fact, the whole room felt annoyingly bright, even when compared to the sunny day Kallen had just experienced outside.

After taking several moments to explore the space, scanning over every surface around her with a keen eye, Kallen put her hands on her hips and considered her options. If she was going to escape she’d need to find a gap in this place’s security, but so far she’d seen none. "It’s weird that there’s nobody here to greet me.” she said cautiously, taking a tentative step. “I’ve never seen a school like this either. The color on the walls is weird and almost reminds me of a child’s room.”

Her eyes passed over a sign above the gold-trimmed door and she wondered how she’d missed it before. “Processing Area?” she read aloud, “What’s being processed?” With a tentative step, she brought her ear to the mysterious door hoping to hear somebody on the other side.

Instead, there was a strange whirring sound followed by several clunks. Just beyond the door, loud mechanical sounds echoed, creating more worry within Kallen. “This isn't just a normal school is it?” She wondered aloud, turning her attention back to the front entrance she’d come through.

Just as she turned the redhead felt something in the room lurch as it started and a glance down let her know exactly what. The floor had shifted and she was now a foot away from her original position.

“Crap! The floor moves!?” she exclaimed. With lightning reflexes, she tried jumping away from the middle of the space, but the sides were all moving surfaces that fed into a center treadmill that led to the door marked ‘Processing Area’. Kallen’s jumping only served to tire her out. After several minutes of moving against the flow, she stumbled, landing directly on her rear. The moving surfaces carried her to the gold-trimmed door which slid aside to allow the "school’s" newest student entrance.

The moving floor continued out of the small square room, acting as a conveyor belt when two small metal walls rose on either side of the platform as Kallen, still sitting, was transported out into a massive, cavernous space. Her first instinct was to try and jump off, but a quick peek down revealed a seemingly unending drop below her. Around her, countless other ramps whirred and clicked, transporting nothing into cubed-shaped structures with small openings that seemingly hung in mid-air.

Kallen was in complete disbelief at the space around her. The building had looked big on the outside, but this seemed impossible. “This can’t be a school…” she said, her eyes watching the shapes of ramps and cubes fly by as her conveyor belt led her to one of the many openings. “It’s more like a factory. Why would my stepmother put me here?”

As she traveled more questions rose in Kallen’s mind. This place was a marvel of engineering, but who’d built it and why? These questions mattered to her less and less as she approached a pastel pink cube, still sitting. “The only important thing is that I get out of here.” she said quietly, fearing that somebody may be listening. There was a feeling that Kallen was not alone in all this, that somewhere somebody was watching her journey through the building.

The entrance to the ‘room’ was unlit and Kallen’s moving floor came to a stop in an entirely darkened area. She heard the swoosh of a door closing behind her, leaving her in complete darkness. Nothing happened for several minutes, allowing her eyes to somewhat adjust to the lack of light, but she could still only see a few inches in front of her.

She was hesitant to move as she wasn't sure how much space she had or what might happen if she did. A quick look around with her limited vision didn't tell her anything as it was simply too dark to see the full space. She was quickly becoming impatient just sitting there and with a huff, she spoke. “Is something going to actually happen or am I just going to be kept here like-” Her question was quickly interrupted as something flew out of the darkness toward her. She only caught a quick glimpse at the bulbous thing that slipped into her mouth. She felt its form resting on her tongue while something cold and hard pressed against her lips.

With a sudden flash, the small space lit up, the lights suddenly flaring to life and causing Kallen to shield her eyes from the brightness. “Wait!” she thought, trying to stop her own reflexes, “Prioritize whatever it is in your mouth.” Even with her instruction, the command from her brain took a second to register, giving whatever was in her mouth a chance to fasten itself in place.

The soft bulb in Kallen’s mouth felt rubbery and rested perfectly on her tongue, with a small indentation to accommodate the wet appendage. She could feel that it tapered the closer it got to her teeth, creating a small stem that led out to the connector outside of her mouth. Her tastebuds were saturated with a slightly sour flavor as she swirled her tongue around the offending object to discern its shape.

She moved her hands down from her eyes to the thing in her mouth, moving to pull it out. Suddenly the rubber thing started to expand and Kallen’s eyes flew open. Looking down, she could just barely see the plastic pink face and the ring her fingers were wrapped around. “A pacifier!?” she thought in shock, moving to yank it free of her maw.

She’d apparently waited too long as what she now recognized as the soother’s rubber nipple had expanded to almost completely fill any available space in her mouth. It pushed her tongue down and held it in place while the tapered stem held her jaw open just the slightest bit, keeping her jaws separated.

A swift pull brought the overly large bulb against her teeth as Kallen tried to open her mouth as wide as she could. Unfortunately, the surface area of the paci’s nipple was too great and she couldn’t slip it past her lips again.

“UUGGGH” Kallen groaned through her new gag, allowing the rubber to snap the pink plastic mouthguard back against her lips. It sat comfortably in her mouth when left alone, but the minute she started tugging on it it would stretch her jaw awkwardly.

The sour flavor coating her mouth was causing a tingling through her mouth, almost like it was going numb. “It’s like at the dentist,” she realized, “They coated this thing in something! Why, though? Just to make my mouth numb?”

Kallen looked around the small space and noted the walls were the same sickly pastel pink that she saw in the other room with a small line of little graphic baby blue rattles set as a border all along the bottom. Above her she caught something metal slipping into a closing panel in the ceiling of the small space.

“Why a pacifier though?” she wondered, moving to stand. She could just barely reach the part of the ceiling that’d moved and clawed at it while she thought. “This whole place is weirdly… childish. It almost reminds me of a nursery or something.” Her attempts to pry open the part of the ceiling was seemingly fruitless as, once closed, it was flush with the rest of the surface.

Before she could explore much more the floor began moving once again and a door at the opposite end from where she'd entered slid open, leading back out to the strange cavernous space. Kallen, unprepared for the sudden shift, lost her footing again and landed this time on her hands and knees. The platform began moving her to another pink cube, albeit faster than before.

There’s gotta be a way to get off of this crazy ride,” Kallen thought, “I don’t suppose that I wanna find out where it ends up.”

The next cube was similarly dark, but Kallen readied herself for whatever may come at her from the void surrounding her. The compromising position she’d taken on her hands and knees wasn’t really optimal and she wondered if she had the time or room to shift into a more defensible stance.

Apparently time wasn’t on her side as she felt something tugging at her shoes and slipping them off of her feet within seconds. “My shoes?” Kallen wondered, “Why would it take my shoes? That’s all it’s going to take right?” Her hope was quickly proven to be foolish as whatever had pulled away her shoes in the dark took her stockings next.

“Nuh nuh nuh!” the redhead called out through her gagging pacifier, struggling to get up despite the disprenting darkness. She was smart enough to realize this “processing” operation’s next steps and she was not going to sit idly by while it stripped her of her clothing.

The machine seemed to be working its way up gradually so she did the natural thing and pushed her hands into the front of her skirt, hoping to hold it and the panties underneath in place.

The redhead had managed to push herself off of her hands and now into an upright kneel. Her head still hadn’t graced the ceiling so chances were that she had enough clearance to stand up, but she was far too preoccupied with looking around the space wildly, wondering what would try to take the bits of clothing protecting her modesty. A tugging sensation at her feet grabbed her attention and as she looked back she caught a glimpse of something shining around hip height.

In one swift motion something gently flitted across her hip bones and her feet were slipped into something. So much was happening at once that Kallen could barely keep up. “Damn! My skirt!” She exclaimed internally. The fabric of her underwear and the black skirt fell away from her rump, totally exposing it to the room with only her hand pressing against her waist keeping the fabric in place. She assumed that whatever she’d felt tickling her hips seconds before had cut through the fabric of her clothes.

Meanwhile, what had been slipped onto her feet felt soft and comfortable like a pair of slippers, but she could feel that they were thicker. A testing prod of the footwear against the conveyor belt told Kallen that they had an extraordinary amount of give. “That’s going to seriously impede my movement…” she noted, attempting to stand in the darkness.

She was happy to find that she wasn’t as close to the ceiling as she suspected, but disheartened to feel the cushiness of her new footwear beneath her. It reminded her of standing on an extremely soft mattress, one that her feet would sink into constantly.

Kallen groaned, realizing that her chances of escape actually lessened the further into this "school" she went. “My best chance to escape was definitely outside.” she thought, dropping the skirt she’d been holding onto so tightly before. The flimsy fabric was useless to her now anyhow, and she knew she’d have to get by without it

A door in front of her slid open, allowing the school’s blinding light to flood the space. The moving floor started up again and with her newly inflicted poor footing Kallen tumbled backward, landing hard on her now bare rump.

She was carried out of the now barely lit room swiftly, but with her unadjusted eyes, Kallen glanced around. Much of it was still unlit and her vision wasn’t fully clear but she could swear that at the edge of the consuming blackness that’d previously blanketed her, something was writhing. It caused the redhead to shiver for the first time since she’d arrived. The abject feeling of hopelessness washed over her for just a second. “There’s something wrong with this place.” she thought, feeling goosebumps crawl up her now exposed lower body.

The journey to the next sinister cube allowed Kallen to see her new shoes in the light and they only reinforced the ideas her new pacifier imposed: bright pink baby booties surrounding her feet, looking more like two stuffed toys instead of shoes were it not for the shiny material coating the outside. It was some sort of rubber material by the way it squeaked when Kallen rubbed her feet together. They looked just as stuffed full of soft material as they felt. Kallen noted that her initial assumption was right in that the booties’ purpose was to impede her movement.

The next room wasn’t dark like the previous two, but when the conveyor belt suddenly dropped out from beneath her Kallen decided she preferred the darkness.. Her short free fall through open air caused adrenaline to pump through her veins and thoughts of redirecting her momentum to land outside the machine’s track and escape ran through her mind. Before she could act upon them, however, the bare skin of her smooth, exposed rump graced a surface. Kallen braced for a hard impact but landed on something unexpectedly soft. Her body weight sank surprisingly deep into whatever cushiony surface waited beneath her while it conformed to her rear.

She looked down to examine what she’d fallen into and found herself more confused than relieved. It almost looked like a body pillow all stretched out with a large mass of fluff centered in a strip all up and down the thing. Both sides of the pillowy mass were lined with stretched out elastic that connect to elongated sections that spread out like wings on either end.

It took Kallen a moment to recognize the general shape of the soft fluff she'd landed in but it was unmistakably a giant diaper. "It's huge…" she noted, moving to scramble up from the garment's pillowy mass. Her encased feet made it difficult to try and get up so she wasn't able to do more than lift her butt off the padding before she felt something clamp around her ankles

She looked down to see a pair of thick metallic rings clasped around her feet. Small rods segmented by metallic rounded joints connected to the side of the cuffs around her ankles. A gentle whirring sound came from the mechanical joints of this new restraint

Kallen pulled against this invasive new addition, trying to wrangle back her legs from the machine only for them to snap back and spread her legs away from the padding. At the same time, a whizzing sound echoed out beneath her as the massive diaper began rising from the floor.

The cuffs around Kallen’s ankles kept her legs pulled down in place while the rising platform her diaper sat on pushed up against her. She groaned internally in discomfort as the machine spread her legs wide, pulling her thighs apart to fit the monstrous padding between them.

“Surely I can’t be expected to wear this.” she thought, struggling as best she could against the restraints, “Sure, a diaper does seem like the next natural step. This whole place is trying to infantilize me after all, but this thing is too huge!”

A wave of relief fell over Kallen when the grinding noises of the machine stopped beneath her, but the elastic sides of the diaper dug into where her legs connected to her pelvis, the main bulk of the diaper gathering right between her thighs. She wasn’t sure what to expect next as she tried to pry at anything she could, her arms still being completely free and all. From beside her two more small articulated arms moved toward her, each tipped by something glowing red.

A buzzing sound emitted from both and Kallen got a good look at what cut away her skirt in the darkness earlier. Two precise lasers sliced through her clothes, burning away small sections of fabric till it had all fallen away. To Kallen, it felt like only a slight tickle on her skin, a gentleness she hadn’t expected with the fact that she was forcefully stripped bare of her modesty.

Kallen was left completely naked save for the booties that made her feet useless. She sat for a moment before other robotic arms shot out of the wall, coating her groin first in a copious amount of slick clear oil and then a generous amount of white powder till the lower part of her body was so thoroughly covered that it looked more like a shop mannequin's waist instead of her own. Once they were done the platform she and the massive diaper had been raised up onto began to click and whirr.

The stand began to fold itself around Kallen, bringing the front and the back of the massive nappy up and around her lower body. The ruffly plastic of the diaper's waistband came up to just below her breasts as a steel diaper cover folded around her, fully locking her into a padded restraint. The once-great mech pilot revolutionary let her arms hang limply at her side.

“Not again.” the redhead thought somewhat defeatedly. With every room she traveled to her situation only seemed to get progressively worse and her hopes were wearing thinner and thinner.

*PWWSSSHHH* A warm feeling pressed into Kallen's hipbones for just a moment. It left her wondering what new nightmare this facility was imposing on her until it receded. To her surprise she was let down, the platform unfolding itself from around her. It left the crinkly plastic diaper firmly in place, but Kallen's booted feet were lowered to the floor. The clamps controlling her legs receded into the wall as well, leaving her to stand on her own two feet again, although it was now considerably more difficult.

“A diaper.” Kallen thought unenthusiastically, it made sense given the previous additions to her wardrobe but it didn’t mean she hated it any less.

Without the support of the platform, the diaper dipped low, the weight of its absorbent core causing the crotch to dip almost a full foot from Kallen’s own. Its plastic exterior rested just above her knee and both the front and back protruded outward almost 6 inches.

It must have looked like Kallen had a gigantic white beach ball taped around her lower body with how massive the padding was. Kallen ran her hands down the front of the nappy, pushing her hands into the sheer bulk of the thing. Her hands left an imprint on the front and she could feel how tightly packed it was all around her bottom and privates but couldn’t feel the impact of her hand through it at all.

Her fingers trailed up the crinkly plastic front where she expected to feel a set of tapes or something. Instead, the back wings met the front and ended in raised seams. The heat she’d felt while being diapered made a lot of sense to her now.

“I’m sealed inside this thing. They don’t want me taking it off so they melded the plastic together!” With a more concerned fervor, Kallen tried tearing away the plastic with her bare hands but to no avail–the material was far stronger than she expected. Obviously, whoever had dreamed this sick place up had planned this out thoroughly.

The other option was to try and slip the diaper off, but upon inspection Kallen realized that the waistband, which topped out above her belly button and covered her entire stomach, was far too tight. She had no chance at getting it past her hips or butt.

“Wait,” Kallen thought, “If I’m sealed inside this thing… and it’s this big… they not only expect me to use it, but probably more than once.” The horrid realization caused her to shudder and groan behind her pacifier gag. The prospect alone was disgusting but the fact that it would probably be put into practice made Kallen consider what using the bathroom in her pants would actually feel like. "I haven't done that in so long I can't remember, but I don't really want to imagine it either."

The floor beneath Kallen started to move once again, But she remained standing this time. Any movement she would have made with her cushy booties and massive padding would have caused her to topple so she simply remained still. Her massive diaper forced her to take a wide-legged stance with the bulk spreading her thighs like a pillow stuffed between her legs. To steady herself Kallen pushed her feet against the metal railings of the conveyor belt causing them to squeak loudly from the friction as she traveled.

Another trip, another cube. Kallen stood now in a different lit space, no surprises waiting for her as she entered, but she held her wide-legged position stubbornly lest she fall over. All she saw was a series of what looked to be sprayer nozzles, each attached to the same zig-zagging foldable metal arms as the last room and with hoses that fed on the ceiling.

“Wah?” Kallen asked from behind her pacifier, now thoroughly tired of the experience this supposed ‘school’ provided, “Gunna guht muh awl wuht?” Her speech was significantly impaired with the massive rubber nipple filling her maw but the numbing compound did its job as well, making her tongue, lips, and vocal cords sluggish. She'd meant to taunt "gonna get me all wet?" but her words were slurred beyond recognition. "I wonder how permanent that is..." she thought, disheartened to fully hear it.

The automated room didn’t respond with words but instead a gentle *Pssssshhhhhh* sound as the robotic limbs activated. Kallen’s exposed skin was slowly sprayed with something that felt warm and gooey on contact but quickly turned hard after a second. Two nozzles moved up her legs, applying a white coat of the goo that traveled down Kallen’s slender limbs and into the pink booties. Once hardened it clung to her body almost like a second skin and held firm no matter how she twisted.

“It made...stockings?” she thought, recognizing a pair of thigh highs that reminded her a lot of the pair she’d been wearing earlier, but the material these were made of was much closer to the latex rubber that coated her footwear. “Rubber clothes huh? Maybe so I’m easier to clean.” Kallen reached down to the top of her new stocking, giving it a test pull. It was hard to maneuver around the bulging diaper, but she was just barely able to work her fingers around the slippery rubber material. It hardly budged and remained tight against her pale thighs.

“It’s a perfect fit,” she thought, “so perfect I’ll never be able to get it off myself.”

The other three nozzles set to work on her upper body and from the top of her neck down the spray-on clothes formed a tight-fitting pink leotard-esque garment. Long sleeves that ended in constraining mittened met a body that fit all the way up to her neck and down around her diaper.

Kallen’s attempts to move away or dodge the latex spray were foiled each time. She’d dodge only for the mechanical arm to track her flawlessly. When they went to spray her hands she waved them wildly, spreading her fingers to stop them from being contained only for the still warm latex to contract once it coated her digits, like it was somehow sentient.

The diapered redhead looked down at herself. “I don’t know if this is any better than just being naked.” she thought, grumbling through her babyish gag. “It’s not like this is hiding anything–you can still see my body through it.”

She was right, every curve and bump of her form was clearly visible as the latex shell covered exactly what it sprayed. Only the bits of her body concealed within the beastly diaper remained private. From what she could tell, her new outfit failed to provide any sort of easy access to her new padding as well, leaving her to wonder the extent to which she’d be forced to use it. “I’m not going to give in on that front,” she thought defiantly, “I’ll be out of here before I have to–guh" She gagged a little at the thought, "–use my diaper.”

While Kallen’s unending confidence in her abilities may have dimmed with each new piece of babyish apparel, her former experiences escaping from similarly tricky situations bolstered her hope. She refused to give up that feeling, even when a swing of a mechanical arm knocked her back down to her padded rump and the floor started moving again.

“What’re they going to put me in now?” the redhead wondered, ready for the continued processing experience. The conveyor belt this time actually fed into a much larger metal square though and one that was in a line with several others. Next to her on either side about 10 feet away she heard other moving floors matching pace with her own. While she had poor visibility due to her low position she could even swear she saw somebody moving or struggling on it.

“HUHY” Kallen called out, trying to grab the attention of the possible nearby figure even if her voice box didn’t want to. She caught voices that seemed similarly muffled coming from either side of her. She couldn’t place who they belonged to but the familiarity of them struck her as disturbing. Were her fellow Knights captured? Who else’s parents would deposit them in such a horrible place as this? Did this mean she’d be forced to see somebody else in a similar state and that somebody would see her like this?

As the belt fed into the next room, Kallen’s mind raced with all these questions and a general anxiety about what lay ahead in this new area…