Takara's Trip To Daycare Pt.2 (Patreon)

*Warning: Girl being dressed like a boy. If you don't like that, then wait for the next chapter of Mom's Need Supervision which will be out on the 1st of November. I'm also working on a few fun short Halloween stories too so stick around!*


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Even though Yuki had lucked out and didn’t have to change the dirty diaper of a woman who was twice her age, a morbid sense of curiosity kept her from looking away. She stood behind her boss, Aoi, and watched as the twenty two year old tended to the distressed mother's bloated pamper.


It was quite a sight. The assistant manager was hesitant at first, but after a few swipes with a couple of baby wipes, she was getting through most of the mess and getting the middle aged mother clean.


"And now we throw all these dirty wipes into your pamper and ball it up." Aoi cooed down at the forty one year old pamper pooping prosecutor as she pulled the enormous diaper out from underneath the older woman's butt and rolled it up.

 
Takara Akiyama was not pleased by how the much younger woman was treating her. Yeah, she had been crying and wanted out of her disgustingly defiled diaper, but couldn’t the young woman changing her at least use a more adult tone when talking to her? It wasn’t like she was a real baby, she was only dressed like one! 


"I nod babu!" 


"No. You're not a naughty baby. The machine is just acting up." 


Takara sighed as she failed to communicate with Aoi. If only she had her voice.


Aoi smiled, trying to comfort the upset woman with soothing tones while doing her best to perform a quick diaper change. It was almost like changing a baby's diaper, except that the main difference was the baby laying in front of her was over five feet tall.


"Speaking of the machine…" Aoi wondered allowed as she powdered Takara's freshly shaved pussy. "Yuki!"


"Yeah?" The girl with the pink stripe down her bangs replied to her boss from only a foot away.


"What are you doing standing around?!" Aoi looked over her shoulder with a scowl and saw that her coworker was just staring at her.


"I don't know anything about the machine. So, I figured I'd just stand here in case you needed any help with-... umm, her." Yuki explained, pointing at Takara.


"If you had simply rebooted the machine this morning, I wouldn't be wrist deep in poop!"


Takara blushed profusely and decided to speak up.


"Dat masheen bad! Me gonna suu you!"


"Ugh." Aoi sighed. "See what you did? Now you got her all upset!"


"I just did my job and turned on the machine, Aoi!" Yuki countered. "Besides, if you went through the machine and ended up like her...I'm pretty sure you'd be pissed off too!"


"I'm not dumb enough to go through the machine like miss poopy pants here!"


"Yo fawkin bidch! I gonna takyo two cord!" Takara cried out as she kicked her legs in anger.


"I've had enough of dealing with this middle-aged brat." Aoi declared as she stood up. "Yuki. Finish changing her! I'm going to get a coffee from the lounge and then take a look at that damn machine."


"But- You're the assistant manager." Yuki squeaked. "You're way more qualified to handle her than I am!" Yuki whined as she realized that she would have to finish diapering a woman who was old enough to be her mother.


"Yes, I am the assistant manager and that means that I must ensure that the equipment is in order and running properly." Aoi reasoned as she walked off to the break room. 


"But-"


"No buts except for the one in front of you being taped into a diaper! I'm not paid enough to clean poop out of the carpet!"


"Pwease!" Takara tried to get Yuki's attention. The poor, borderline distraught mother did her best to speak clearly to Yuki in her most precise voice. "Hewp meh git out of hewe!"


"I know you don't want to deal with this anymore than I do, but don't worry, Kara. I'll get you dressed and then you can watch some TV until the enema wears off." Yuki explained as she taped the thick diaper around the woman's waist. "Then,once you control yourself, we can figure out how to get your voice back to normal. Sound good?" 


Takara nodded. She was not entirely happy that she was being put into another diaper, but at the very least, this new girl understood her needs and treated her better than that condescending little bitch who had been using baby talk while talking to her.


Aoi walked out of the break room with a cup of coffee and saw that Yuki was doing her best to calm down the adult "baby" woman. 'What kind of idiot gets caught in the machine and can't get the machine to release them? That dumb mom probably has some weird baby fetish or something.'


Aoi frowned as she made her way over to the door that led into the machine. "Ugh, I was helping a pervert achieve their little fantasy." The assistant manager muttered to herself as she entered a combination into the keypad. The wall instantly slid open, granting the young woman access to the control panel that was only feet away from the conveyor belt.


"Hmmm, everything looks to be in order here." Aoi said as she placed her coffee down on the control panel and took a seat behind the monitor. 


Over the next few minutes, the young woman looked through the database, searching for any anomalies in the system. None were found. However, what she did find practically confirmed her earlier suspicions: a series of records that detailed exactly what Mrs. Akiyama had said to the AI during her time on the conveyor belt. 


From what the machine had entered into the computer, it looked like Aoi had been right all along. The middle age mother had told the machine that she was forty one weeks old and that she was her daughter Emi's younger sister.


"Oh my God! Where's Emi?!"


Aoi quickly brought up the security system and located the docile baby laying in the lobby by the baby intake panel.


"I swear, once I get her inside the daycare, I'm calling the police on that weird woman!" 


Aoi stood up from her chair and accidentally brushed against her cup of coffee, causing it to tip over and spill all over the keyboard.


"Fuck!" Aoi shouted, watching the coffee seep into the electronic workstation. "Great! I'll probably lose my job now!"


A loud mechanical whirring noise caught her attention as a gloved hand reached out from the roof and grabbed her by the back of her uniform.


"What the hell are you doing?!" Aoi cried out in shock. "Let me go!"


*Ini- Iniati- tiating Scan*


Aoi heard the computerized voice sputtered out as the arm holding her jerked about with each unexpected break in communication. The young woman knew that her cup of coffee was causing untold havoc to the internal components, but she didn't have time to question what exactly the machine was "thinking" at the moment. She knew that all she had to do was escape from the gloved hands and reach the master override switch that was displayed only a dozen feet away from her. 


Aoi squirmed in the grasp of multiple hands which held her in place for the scanning that normally would have told the computer that she was an adult. A red rectangular laser beam slowly started at her chest and casually cataloged every feature of her body. 


*Ba-Baby's Ph- Physi- Physical Profile Is A Match*


Aoi couldn’t believe her ears. The machine found a match?!


"Who's profile matches my body?!" Aoi demanded.


*Dai- Daichi Saku- Sakurai*


"System shutdown! System shutdown!" The young woman screamed.


There was no way she was going to be confused with a two year old boy!


*Or-Order No- Not Acknowledged. Baby Daichi Is N- Not Authorized User*


The gloved hands held Aoi as a new device was lowered from the ceiling. The struggling instantly recognized this cutting edge machine and grew fearful. It was one thing to be mistaken for a baby boy, but the fact that the computer was about to use the most experimental and high tech piece of machinery on her was enough to make her cry out in horror.


Aoi closed her eyes when the bright red beam of light shot out from the tube like protrusion. Even with her eyes clamped tightly shut, she could smell the burning of cotton as the laser started slicing into her Daycare issued uniform, shredding the top of her blouse in an instant. 


The sensation of weightlessness caused her to open her eyes and see that she was falling towards the ground. All the hands were seemingly unaware, still holding pieces of her sheared uniform in their hands as an almost nude Aoi landed on the ground. Slivers of her tan uniform rained down around the bra and panty clad girl, cut without care or precision. 


Aoi blinked for a second before realizing that she had been unintentionally cut free from the malfunction machine! She leapt to her feet and raced towards the wall. Just as she was about to hit the "Manual Override Switch" a pair of gloved hands grabbed her by her midsection and held her in the air. 


"Nooooo!" Aoi screamed. She was literally inches away from flipped over the switch and turning the damn machine off!


The mechanical arms swiftly pulled her away from the switch. She kicked her legs and flailed her arms as the hands placed her onto belt, laying her down on the cold, rubber surface. Without warning, a series of straps came from the sides of the belt and started securing the thrashing twenty two year old. As Aoi fought back with all her might against the nylon straps, the hands went to work removing her white cotton bra. Aoi was determined not to let this piece of short circuiting shit see her most private of places as she tried desperately to cross her legs, but the straps securing her to the belt, preventing such movement.


"Shutdown! Shutdown Shutdown!" Aoi pleaded.


The machine ignored her cries and continued to strip her naked. A single finger of a white gloved hand pulled her underwear down slowly. Her white panties were tugged down her perfect legs in an almost teasing manner. 


Upon "seeing" her mound, the machine decided to speak up.


*Daichi Is Vastly Under Developed Compared To Most Boys His Age*


The machine seemingly had overcome it's vocal glitches and logged that information into the database.


"What the hell is that even supposed to mean?!" Aoi barked up at her technological tormentor.


*Foreign Growth Detected On Daichi's Chest*


Aoi laying there, stunned, as the machine started to perform another scan on her now naked body.


"Those are called 'boobs' you stupid piece of crap!"


*Initiating Shrink Ray Activation To Remove Unsightly Growth*


Aoi felt her entire world stop as a chill went up her spine. She knew that there was a shrink and enlarge feature built into the system to help with tailoring clothing for the children under her care. Typically, the enlarge option was used to increase the size of the baby's clothing to keep up with a growing child. This especially came in handy when a mother neglected to inform the Daycare that their baby had grown out of their onesie, t-shirts or jammies. However, such a feature was never to be used on a living being! 


"You can't do this to me!" Aoi cried out as the laser hit her left breast.


Aoi felt her entire left breast start to vibrate as her chest grew warm. The beam was literally heating up every atom in a localized area, causing every cell in her average sized breast to pulsate at an ever growing rate of speed. This increased energy within every cell was released when the cell literally burst like a firework in the night sky. Every cell that was bombarded by the laser met the exact same end until all that was left was a completely flat surface. 


The laser clicked off for just a moment before being readjusted and fired upon her right breast. Aoi could feel her ever diminishing chest this time as every ounce of fat was evaporated by the laser. The only thing she could compare this strange sensation to was burning; her chest felt like it was on fire!


What once had been a decently sized B cup had faded away to nothingness, leaving the young woman with a chest that looked like it belonged to a teenage boy. No cells had been spared. All of the membranes and fat that had made up her mammaries had literally melted away into her bloodstream.


With its work done, the laser turned off which finally gave Aoi the chance to survey the damage. It was worse than she feared! As Aoi gazed at her nonexistent, almost prepubescent chest, she couldn't help but feel the least bit terrified. The machine was horrifyingly efficient in achieving its goal. She could only hope that the machine didn't get any ideas in making her look anymore like a boy.


*Hair Doesn't Match Profile*


Aoi looked towards the gloved hands which hovered in place with apprehension. If it could take her breasts, what did it have in mind for her hair?!


A lone memory of Daichi ran through the young woman's mind. She recalled having to scold the boy for throwing food last week. It was at that moment that she realizes what hairstyle he wore: a bowl cut.


"Don't touch my hair!!"


A loud wail emanated from within the automated chamber as Aoi let her emotions explode from within her. Her nonexistent chest heaved with each breath she took as her sobs filled the corridor. While her breasts weren't exactly her worst feature, she didn’t care for them as much as she loved her hair. Needless to say, they were not as near and dear to her as her hair. Many women in Japan had flat chests but few had hair as amazing and as thick as hers! 


Mustering every ounce of energy she had, Aoi wriggled and tried to squirm beneath the straps. Her struggling seemed to actually yield results since her chest was now flat. The straps that had so tightly pinned upper body in place were a bit more loose. 


Despite her best efforts, the machine simply pulled the straps off of her body. Each of her arms and legs were held firmly by the mechanical arms, putting her in a sitting pose.


Aoi found herself lifted up in this pose and sat in a tiny baby chair. She remembered seeing a baby get a haircut months ago and knew this was to be her fate.


A pastel colored plastic bowl was placed on top of her head which caused Aoi to shudder. She knew that this was going to be the shape her hair was going to be cut into. Long, gleaming metal scissors were pulled from the ceiling by the machine's gloved hands. 


Each gloved hand held the scissors in front of her face, almost as if they were thinking about where to start. After a few quick calculations, the hands started butchering her poor locks of silken hair. Each snip sent long strands of the raven colored hair falling to the floor. Tears fell from her eyes with each cut. After only thirty seconds, the cut hair started to pile up around her legs.


If that wasn't bad enough for the poor girl, a loud roar was heard as a pair of electric clippers came to life. Trimmed hair could at least grow back after a few weeks and Aoi knew that she could probably style her horribly cut hair into a cute bob since those were always in style. But an electric razor was something that should never be anywhere near her head! She wasn't some punk rocker or one of those weird girls who shaved half of her head bald!


The buzzing sound grew closer and closer until Aoi felt the vibrating metal guard run across the nape of her neck, reducing what little hair she had left on the back of her neck to stubble. The hands worked quickly and efficiently, going higher and higher up the back of her head. She felt the sickening tickle of the razor run by her ears as the loud hum assaulted her eardrums. With one last pass of the razor, her hair resembled the most perfect bowl shape imaginable.


Aoi's anger had practically vanished, leaving behind a poor young woman who was crying her eyes out. If only she had forced Yuki to go into the machine instead! Now, she was at the mercy of this machine, a machine that was rewriting the rules as it went along. Aoi simply hoped that she would be let out of this machine before anything else could happen to her. 


The gloved hands lifted the sobbing up from her little chair and placed her into a small wash basin full of soapy water. Aoi tried to stop sobbing, but the loss of her hair was simply too much to bare. 


As she sat there crying, the machine started washing her with a wet rag and baby shampoo: this gave Aoi time to reflect. 'At least it hadn’t mistaken me for one of the bald infants.' Aoi shuddered as she realized that she dodged a massive bullet. 'What would the machine had done if it had confused me for a baby that couldn’t walk or even sit up? Would it reduce my muscles until I could barely hold my head up?!'


A rough scalp massage broke that line of terrible thoughts, causing Aoi to whine out in discomfort.


"Take it easy on me!"


*Pacification Protocol Engaged*


The machine had shoved a tiny clear pacifier that read "I heart dinosaurs" into her mouth. 


Aoi sulked as the machine continued to massage the soapy suds of the baby shampoo into her new bowl haircut. Unlike Takara, the assistant manager of the daycare knew there was nothing she could do at this point. From her past experience maintaining the machine, she knew that things were starting to return to normal. Well, as normal as they could be considering the malfunctioning machine was washing a twenty two year old woman. 


Still, Aoi knew that the worst was behind her. She would soon be given a pair of shorts and a shirt and be out of this horrible situation once her bath was finished. Considering the fact that the machine was able to override the basic tenets of its own programming, maybe she could program the machine to give her even larger breasts once she fixed everything. 


The machine dumped a small bucket of water onto her head, surprising the young woman while simultaneously removing the lather from her hair. However, due to her much larger size, compared to the children the machine normally tended to, it needed to dump three more small buckets of water onto her head. 


While her hair was being rinsed, a loofah and a few brushes were run across her body. The loofah tended to her felt chest, unintentionally teasing her sensitive new nipples. Aoi tried not to moan as the loofah rubbed her tiny buds. Meanwhile, the brushes were moving downwards from her legs until they reached the soles of her feet. 


"AAHHHAAAHAHAHA!"


Aoi broke out into a bout of uncontrollable laughter as the brushes tickled the bottoms of her feet. Between the delicate dance of the loofah across her chest and the fast bristles tickling her petite feet, Aoi was experiencing sensory overload. Without even realizing it, the twenty two year old let out an involuntary gush of pee.


*Baby Daichi Had An Accident*


"No I didn't!" Aoi tried to say in between giggles.


Regardless of her protests, the machine had marked this accident on Daichi's profile, which was now also Aoi's profile. This alerted the machine that Daichi was to be downgraded for this afternoon.


Even though Aoi practically ran the daycare, she had no way of knowing each child's potty training progress. Ultimately, she simply didn't care about which kid was still pissing their pampers. That was the machine's job to oversee. But had she paid attention, she might of known that, while Daichi had conquered potty training, his mother had documented that he still had the occasional accident via his digital profile. As such, she had authorized the daycare to diaper him in the event of such accidents as both a precaution and as punishment for failing to find a potty. 


So, a heavily tickled Aoi was lifted out of the basin and laid back onto the belt. Before the girl could even think of escaping, the machine ordered several metallic arms to dry the wet girl. They started roughly drying her naked body with fluffy towels which Aoi was grateful for. She needed the time to catch her breath.


*Baby Is Clean. Initiating Diapering*


Aoi felt her already warm face grow hot as she realized that the machine had intended to diaper her.


"What gives!? I'm potty trained!"


*Baby Had An Accident*


Aoi knew that she couldn't argue her way out of this. She saw what had happened to Takara amd knew better than to push her luck. As she was laid back onto the belt, she couldn’t help but wonder if Mrs. Akiyama had been a victim of a glitch and not a pervert like she had earlier assumed.


A generous dusting of baby powder covered her entire body, from head to toe, as the gloved hands shook multiple canisters of baby powder onto her naked form. Clouds of powder arose from all around her, causing Aoi to sneeze.


"Too much powder!"


The pair of hands put away the baby powder and pulled out what appeared to be a large white rectangle. As the hands pulled it taut, stretching the now hourglass shaped piece of plastic out, Aoi realized what it was: a diaper! She had worked around diapers for years. Hell, she literally just changed a forty one year old woman's diaper only ten minutes ago. But the idea of herself being forced to wear one made her fight back. She pulled her legs to her chest and tried to kick the oversized pamper from the hands above her.


*SLAP*


Stinging. That was the feeling that radiated across the young woman's thigh. Instantly, Aoi ceased her kicks. She didn't want to be spanked by this insane machine!


"Ugghh!" Aoi whined as she was forced to lay back and have the gloved hands run lotion inti her pussy and asshole. One of the gloved hands spread her butt cheeks apart while a new hand pushed a lubed up finger up her anal rosebud. 


Aoi cried out in shock as the lone intruder wiggled around inside her ass. It almost felt like it had inserted something into her bottom. 


Finally, the long finger like intruder was pulled out. 


"Mmphh"


Aoi watched as her legs were hoisted up and the gloved hands placed her new diaper underneath her butt. She simply tolerated it. After all, once she was off the conveyor belt, she could change out of it. The machine taped her into the adult sized pamper with minimal effort.


The thickness that caressed her freshly lotioned pussy felt heavenly. The added bulk of her pamper was akin to a pillow and gave her an odd feeling of security. For a moment, she understood why some people liked to wear diapers. 


A simple, enlarged baby t-shirt featuring a Stegosaurus was pulled down over her head, completely her infantile ensemble. Aoi had no time to look at herself as the hands pushed her down a chute which led to the daycare room. 


Aoi landed on her thickly padded butt in front of Yuki, the still diapered Mrs. Akiyama and baby Emi. The two women stared at the newest addition to the daycare with shock. However, Takara was to first to speak up.


"How yoo wike id now?"


"Mrs. Akiyama, that's not nice." Yuki chastised the woman who was twice her age before turning her attention to her boss.


"What happened to you?!"


"Turns out Miss Poopy Pampers over there was a victim of a glitch." Aoi stated as professionally as she could, but her current wardrobe made her look like an overgrown toddler. 


"Towd yah!" Takara whined.


"Okay, but what happened to your boobs?" Yuki asked.


"The-"


"Omigawd!" Yuki blurted out. "You were stuffing your bra this whole time!?"


"You know what?" Aoi stated with a frown as her subordinate laughed at her misfortune. "How about you go in there and turn off the machine?"


Yuki suddenly stopped giggling.


"Why?!"


"Unless you want to change more adult diapers, I think you should hit the shut off switch while I go change out of this crap." Aoi explained as she walked past the smaller woman.


"Oh, that's a good point. The other moms will be here soon."



To Be Continued...