Takara's Trip To Daycare Pt.3 (Patreon)

The sound of a voice echoing in the lobby caused both Yuki and Aoi to freeze briefly.


"Shit, I think someone's in the lobby." Aoi said as she turned around.


"Yeah." Yuki replied. "What do we do?"


"What do we do?" Aoi imitated her subordinate before face palming. "Get your ass out there and tell them not to use the machine because it's broken!"


"Right." Yuki blushed and started running towards the door that led into a hallway that separated the daycare from the lobby.


"She is such an idiot." Aoi said aloud, causing Takara to look up at the woman dressed like a two year old boy with an arched her eyebrow. 


"Ho yuu tew cloowns wun dis pawce is beyand meh." Takara muttered with a heavy lisp.


"Don't give me any lip, little lady."


"Liddle lady?" Takara practically spat the words out. "I'm a fowtee wun yeaw owd lowyer!"


"That looks like she should be in a crib instead of a courtroom!" Aoi shot back.


Yuki could hear the arguing between her boss and Mrs. Akiyama from down the hallway that lined the machine, but she couldn't do anything about it. If she turned around to stop the argument, the mothers in the lobby would surely end up in the machine! 


'What should I do?!' Yuki wondered as she stood in place, torn between wanting to restore peace in the daycare and preventing more women from being accidentally taken into the machine. 


"At least I'm not dressed like a giant baby!" Aoi's taunt could be heard from behind the door.


"Ugh." Yuki sighed. 'I can't let Aoi yell at Mrs. Akiyama. She'll probably sue us for emotional abuse or something.'


---


"That's weird." An average housewife, who was holding her small child in her arms, stated as she looked around the empty lobby.


"Yeah, where's the girl who greets us and signs our kids in?" Another woman wearing a black jacket and white blouse asked as she walked in through the front door with her young son in tow.


"Mommy, I gotta go potty!" The young boy standing beside the smartly dressed business women announced in a desperately whiny voice.


"I know, sweetheart, but you're too big for the slot and mommy has to sign you in before you can use the potty in the daycare."


"I came in today to sign up my daughter, but this doesn't bode well for my decision of enrolling her here." The housewife explained as she looked around. "Umm. Do they even have a bathroom here?" The housewife asked the woman in the black jacket and black pencil skirt. 


"You know, now that I think about it, I think it's only for the kids, but the employees have to have one back there somewhere." 


"Good, as embarrassing as it is to admit this, I was holding it off till I got back home, but my morning green tea is about to go right through me." The housewife wearing a green sweater over a simple lavender dress blushed. 


"For your sake, and my son's, I hope someone gets their butt out here or I'm going to be forced to slide my son in the slot." The business woman started walking behind the front desk, hoping to get someone's attention.


"I'm Sakura Sakurai by the way, nice to meet you Mrs.-?"


"Kazumi, Kazumi Hitsumoto." The business replied.


"Hey!" The housewife's eyes lit up as she had an epiphany. "What if they've become completely autonomous?!"


"Maybe." The businesswoman replied with a shrug before adding "but wouldn't we have gotten a text message or something telling us this change in policy?"


"You have a point."


---

"Yuki? What the hell are you doing back here?" 


"I was going to talk to the women in the lobby when I heard you yelling at Mrs. Akiyama. Can you just stop arguing with her for one minute?"


"She is being an absolute bitch! She insulted me and called us clowns!" Aoi frowned as she watched her coworker stand in between the two women dressed like oversized babies.


"You know what? She has the right to be a little upset!" Yuki shot back. "You think you would understand that and be a little more sympathetic to her situation since the machine cut your hair off!"


"Maybe that's why I'm a little sensitive about how I look and why I snapped at her?! You ever think of that?" Aoi replied with every word laced with venom that she uttered.


"Everything is going to be okay. I'm sure Corporate can fix this, but first we all need to take a deep breath and calm down."


---


"MOMMMMMY" The business woman's son cried out as he wet his shorts.


"Damn it!" Kazumi Hitsumoto swore as she watched her three year old son piss himself. "I'm not going to just stand here and twiddle my thumbs while my son suffers in wet pants!"


The three year old quieted his sobs to a mere whimper as his mom finished yelling. He hated it when his mommy got upset.


"From what I've been told over the phone, the machine automatically logs the kids in and puts them into the nursery. Maybe you should put your son in there and the machine can get him changed into dry pants?" Sakura offered as she cradled her own child.


"I think he's a little too big for that." Kazumi stated as she gazed at the panel and then looked over at her son, sizing him up. "Wait a minute. You say that the machine leads directly into the nursery?" 


"Yeah. I'm pretty sure that the babies go directly into the daycare after being logged in and changed. At least, that's what the worker told me on the phone when I called to inquire about this place."


"I think I know a way to get those lazy daycare workers out here."


The confused housewife watched as her fellow annoyed mother marched over to the slot and pulled it down before sticking her head in.


"Someone better get out here right now! This is Kazumi Hitsumoto, wife of the Mayor's chief engineer, Ryusei Hitsumoto! My son needs his wet pants changed immediately or my husband will have you all fired!" The business woman barked into the dimly lit room that housed the machine. 


"Do you see anyone back there?" Sakura asked, genuinely curious if anyone was even in the building other than themselves. 


Kazumi looked around, examining the inside of the chute that led into the facility. All she could see was the outline of a long belt that stretched towards a small opening of light about two hundred feet away from her. 


"I don't see anyone in here, but I can hear someone arguing back there!" The business woman finished her statement with an abrupt increase in the volume of her voice before turning around and looking back at the housewife. 


"Are you sure that this place isn't fully automated? I mean, they have a mach-"


"AAAAHHHHHH!" A loud shriek echoed throughout the lobby as a pair of gloved hands grabbed Kazumi by her jacket and tried to pull her into the slot in the wall. 


"Oh my God!" Thinking fast, Sakura gently laid her baby on the ground and bolted towards the woman being lifted off the ground. 


"Help me!" Kazumi cried out as the machine sent more hands to grab her by her black jacket and pencil skirt. The fierce business woman kicked her nylon covered legs that stuck out from the wall, trying to get the metallic tentacles to drop her.


"Hold on!" The house wife shouted as she cleared the gap between them and grabbed Kazumi by her ankles. "I got you!"


"Pull, damn it! Pull me with everything you've got!"  Kasum cried out desperately.


Try as she might, there was no way she would be able to pull Kazumi loose from the grip of the hands. She barely had the strength to match the machine and keep the business woman from being pulled further into the wall, but at the rate at which her arms were tiring, it would only be a matter of time before she lost the strength in her arms and gave up.


An unexpected, harsh tugging motion lifted the housewife off of the tiled floor due to the machine increasing its maximum torque. In an instant, it pulled both women into the air and through the opening in the wall. Once inside the room, a flurry of hands grabbed Kasumi and Sakura, forcing them onto the chute. Once both squirming women were on the chute, the hands let them go, sending them both tumbling down until they landed on top of each other in a heap on the conveyor belt.


"What the hell happened?" Kasumi asked as she rubbed her sore backside.


"I think we're in the machine and, if you would be so kind, please get off of me!"


Kasumi blinked and looked down to see that she was laying directly on top of a sprawled out Sakura. 


"I'm so sorry!" Kasumi apologized with a blush as she rolled off of Sakura and landed on her feet like a cat beside the conveyor belt. The young professional noticed immediately that her black high heels had been lost in the struggle, but she had more important things to worry about besides a pair of missing heels. She was now trapped inside this strange, silent, pitch black room. At least, it was silent until a sensor in the floor alerted the machine that one of the "babies" was on the floor.


*ERROR! CHILD FELL OFF THE BELT!*


A loud, blaring digital announcement startled both women, causing them to look up at the ceiling to see a dozen long metallic cords with hands coming towards them at top speed! In what little light the room had, Kazumi could see the four fingered white gloves coming at her! They seized her by her wrists and pulled her up into the air where they began to subdue and strip the struggling woman. 


With mechanical precision the gloved hands stripped her of her black jacket and started to unbutton her blouse which exposed her bare shoulders. It took only seconds for the woman suspended in midair to have her white lace bra removed, leaving her topless. Kasumi tried to cover her small breasts, but the machine held her hands, forcing her tiny tits to remain on display. 


"Let me go! My husband will get this place shutdown in a heartbeat once I get out of here!"


Sakura sat there on the belt while the hands went about their work. She was feeling absolutely mortified and helpless as they stripped her of her green sweater and dress. There was nothing she could do to stop these crazy machines, they were way too strong. At this rate, she was going to be completely undressed by these mechanical hands within the next minute!


"Please!" Sakura screamed. "If anyone is out there, shut the machine off! It's making a mistake!"


---


"Oh no!" Yuki pointed at the door which led to the infant processing room. "Somebody is in the machine!"


"Yeah, because you weren't in the lobby to stop them from going near the slot!" Aoi shouted at her coworker.


"We have to do something fast or they'll end up like you or Takara!"


"You better go in there and shut down the machine then." Aoi said nonchalantly, crossing her arms.


"But you're the boss. You should do it!"


"Look at me!" Aoi gestured to her bowl haircut and then made a sweeping gesture across her non extant chest. "I already tried to do it, remember?!" 


"I know, but I don't want to go in there. I could end up like you two or…worse." Yuki shuddered.


"You are to blame for all of this! You should've turned on the cleaning bot last night! You should've been in the lobby this morning!" Aoi replied with a scowl.


"I know. I know, but-" Yuki found herself cut off by a renewed outpouring of screams emanating from within the diapering machine.


---

Sakura and Kasumi were screaming their lungs out as they were both held onto the conveyor belt together, spread eagle and butt naked as the machine proceeded to scan their bodies. 


*Babies Not In The Database!*


"That's because we're not babies you stupid machine!" Kazumi shouted from her spot on the conveyor belt as the scanner finished going down her body.


"Yeah, I'm not even a client here. I was going to enroll my baby!" Sakura added.


*Processing*


"Look, I'm twenty nine years old!" The naked business woman hollered before adding. "The scan should have shown you that!"


"You're twenty nine?! I'm twenty nine too!" Sakura smiled, and couldn't help but ask, "when is your birthday? Mine is December fifteenth."


"You're joking!" Kazumi actually found herself momentarily distracted from this bizarre situation by the fact that a woman, whom she had barely known for more than ten minutes, shared the same birthday as her. "My birthday is on the fifteenth of December too!"


*Twin Baby Girls Detected*


This unexpected response from the machine made Sakura give the ceiling a sideways glance while Kasumi felt a vein bulge on her forehead. 


"Just because we have the same birthday doesn't mean that we're twins!" Kazumi screamed, her face beat red.


*Such A Fussy Baby, But Don't Worry. You'll Both Be Diapered And Dressed. Then You Two Can Play In The Daycare*


"But I'm not even supposed to be here! The blushing housewife responded. "Check your database! My name is Sakura Sakurai!"


"And I'm Kazumi H-".


*Starting File For Sakura And Kazumi Sakurai*


The business woman found herself cut off by the computerized voice, leaving the naked woman visibly shaking with rage. She tried to kick her shapely legs, but they were easily seized and held immobile by the gloved hands.


"My last name is not Sakurai!" Kazumi yelled, but the machine ignored her. Instead of getting a response, she was carried down the conveyor belt until it dropped her onto a cold surface which gently lowered down.


*Weight Is 102 Pounds. Height Is 5'5*


"This can't be happening to me! I'm a mother!" 


Her mind screamed as she was picked up and passed from one iron grip to another until she found herself placed in a tiny basin filled with warm, soapy water. Before she could even utter a word, the hands were upon her, taking small sud covered brushes and scrubbing her body from head to toe! 


*Weight Is 115 Pounds. Height Is 5'5*


"I'm not that heavy!" Sakura whined. 


It was bad enough that she was having trouble losing the baby weight, but she didn't want anyone to hear her true weight! 


However, when she looked up from the scale, Sakura noticed that her new "sister" was too busy getting washed to pay attention to what the computer had stated. It definitely explained why the machine had come to a stop, leaving her on this weird plate, while it waited for Kazumi to be washed. Suddenly, Sakura realized that she might have an opportunity to escape! She tried to get off her back on the uneven surface of the scale, but as soon as she moved her hands, she felt the familiar grip of the gloved hands holding her by her wrists once again. 


"Let me go!!" Sakura whined until a single gloved digit pressed against her lips, telling her without using a single word to be quiet.


Dismayed by this turn of events, Sakura turned her attention back on Kazumi who was currently being laid out further down the line on the belt face down on her tiny tummy. It was at that moment that the naked housewife felt her hands get pulled upwards as her ankles were grabbed. She was lifted effortlessly off the belt and taken over to the tiny baby tub where she was lowered into the water. There was just enough space for the water to rise up to the top of her public mound and ass. 


"I don't need a bath!" Sakura shouted. 


As Sakura whined and cried at the machine bathing her, Kazumi found herself forced to lay on her stomach. A familiar scent filled the air around her when the belt suddenly jerked to a stop. The smell was sickeningly sweet and ironically nostalgic. The business woman instantly recognized it; Baby Powder! 


Kazumi knew what was coming if she stayed in place! She tried to get up, tried to roll off the belt, but a firm hand pressed against her back, holding her against the rubber surface of the belt as a hand wielding a powder puff came up from the side of the assembly line. 


"Don't you dare powder my ass!"


Sakura was in the middle of being washed as she heard her fellow captive begin to renew her shouts. She couldn't help but watch as the woman started to struggle. Her firm ass was proudly displayed by the machine as it patted a thick coating of talcum powder in a circular fashion while the screaming business woman twisted about. For a brief moment, the two naked mothers locked eyes when Kazumi turned her head and saw Sakura watching her squirming. 



"Don't look at me!" Kazumi pleaded, her face flush and blushing profusely as she was powdered and manhandled by this perverted daycare program. 


Sakura complied and quickly found herself looking down at her thick, sopping wet bush. Now matter what the machine did to her, she knew that she was still a woman because of her womanly curves and large patch of pubic hair. 


Unbeknownst to Sakura, Kazumi kept her mound shaved smooth. This was why the machine had put the business woman on the belt after washing her. However, Sakura soon realized that something was different as the gloved hands started spreading her legs wide. A lone gloved hand appeared in front of her, holding up a simple triple bladed razor. 


It was getting ready to shave her hairy pussy bare!


"No!!! I don't want to be shaved!" Sakura cried out in terror as her eyes threatened to spill tears. "Get that away from me!!!!!"


Kazumi could hear Sakura screaming about shaving or something, but it really didn't matter to her since she had just been flipped onto her back. Momentarily disoriented, the business woman was slightly startled when the machine started rubbing baby oil into her crotch. If she wasn't in such a bizarre place, she might've actually enjoyed the fingers working the oil around her pussy. Before Kazumi could get too comfortable, the oiled up hand was quickly removed and followed by another hand liberally dusting baby powder sprinkled all over her glistening, bald clit.  Unsurprisingly, a large, white disposable diaper was pulled out from beneath the belt and lifted into view. Kazumi had expected as much, but she found herself surprised by just how big the damn thing was. Kazumi couldn't comprehend how the machine had a diaper in her size. 


"Once I get out of here, my husband will get permission from the mayor to level this building." Kazumi seethed as her ankles were grabbed, lifting her plump bottom off of the conveyor belt. 


While Kazumi was getting diapered, Sakura stared dumbly at her newly shaven pussy. There wasn't even an inch of stubble on the patch of pale skin where her pubic hair once was! This troubled her greatly. It was bad enough that she was pretty much sitting in an infant's bathing basin, but the very thought that her pubic hair may have been permanently removed, forever robbing her of her badge of womanhood, made her feel like such a little girl.


A lone gloved hand ran it's fingers through her long, luxurious black locks of hair. She could feel it loosening knots from her earlier struggles. 'Why is it touching my hair? This crazy contraption better not be getting any ideas!' 


While Sakura worried about what fate the machine had in store for her hair, a large glob of something heavy landed on her head, causing the naked mother to reach for her head. However, she was too slow, the hands were working the mystery fluid into her hair. She found herself laying back against the slight slope of the tiny tub as the machine massaged her scalp in a way that made her feel limp. She closed her eyes and savored the feeling of an automated being washing her hair. 'This is something that could totally become popular.' Sakura mused as her hair was rinsed and the excess water squeezed out by the big hands. 


"That's so nice." Sakura muttered to herself as the machine finished cleaning her hair.


"Thank you for washing my hair! That was so-" 


Sakura paused in mid sentence as her now opened eyes saw a shiny silver utensil for cutting hair being brought by her face. She stood as still as a leaf, not wanting anything to do with those scissors as the gloved hand gathered up her hair and held it much like a hair tie would hold her hair together in a ponytail. 


*CLIP*


A shiver ran through her entire body as her hair suddenly weighed a whole lot less. The unfamiliar bristling of freshly cut hair dancing across her bare shoulder blades conveyed to her the damage done by the machine. Years worth of growth and maintenance was literally severed with a simple snip of the blade. 


As if right on cue, a simple handheld mirror was lifted up right to her face, showing her a reflection, a reflection that she almost didn't recognize. Somehow, the machine had cut her in a way that made her look exactly like Kazumi!


"Who the hell gave you permission to cut my hair?!" Sakura shouted at the machine as her blood threatened to boil. 


It was a stupid thing to ask, but the normally mellow housewife was seeing a sea of red. She grabbed at one of the tentacles and tried to force the scissor wielding hand to attack its fellow arms, but unfortunately for Sakura, the arm was simply too powerful. A half dozen hands grabbed her and instantly flipped her upside down. Sakura cried out in shock as she found herself face first in the waist high water, getting her bare ass spanked by the gloves.


Kazumi found herself staring in awe at the spectacle taking place only two dozen feet or so away from her. Sakura was basically on her knees, face first in the baby tub, getting her ass tanned like there was no tomorrow as she flailed her arms around trying to stop the hands from slapping her big butt. The business woman honestly didn't know why the machine was spanking the new mother, but she couldn't help but feel bad for feeling grateful that it wasn't her ass getting spanked.


The sound of a panel in the wall sliding open caught Kazumi's attention and a sudden sense of curiosity made her turn around. She turned around just in time to see the hands taking a white t-shirt and a bizarre looking dress out from the wall. While the hands brought the odd clothing over to her position, the belt slowed to a stop and a pair of metallic tendrils lowered from the ceiling and grabbed Kazumi by her arms. The business woman felt conflicted as the machine slid the white t-shirt down her arms and over her head; she didn't want to be dressed in such weird baby clothes, but it was definitely better than being seen in just a giant pair of pampers. 


Once she was dressed in the tight fitting t-shirt, the machine took the oddly shaped baby blue garment and pulled it down over Kazumi's body. There was an opening in the bottom of the outfit, much like a baby's onesie, but unlike a onesie, this thing had loose fitting straps that laid gently on her shoulders. Kazumi sat there, dumbfounded by the fact that the automated daycare even had clothing in her size as two gloved hands quickly snapped the garment together over her diaper, sealing her into her plastic underpants. The business woman took a moment to run her fingers over the material she had just been dressed in before the conveyor belt started back up; the seams felt like they had just been sewn. 


'These clothes were made just for me!'


While Kazumi was making her way towards the end of the belt, a sniffling Sakura was lifted up from the basin and lowered back down onto the conveyor belt. The twenty nine year old mother hung her head in shame as she tried to stop sobbing. She had already seen what was coming. She knew what was next, but she couldn't help herself. Her ass was beat red and burned as she was forced to sit on the rubber surface, naked as the day she was born.


A new set of gloved hands grabbed her by her ankles and pulled her legs wide, forcing her to lay on her back. The machine expected her to fight back. It had already logged such information into her file due to how she acted after her haircut. For some reason Sakura shook off her tears and started to struggle. Such behavior was ignored by the hands who began rubbing soothing baby oil into her sore cheeks. This only made her struggle harder, desperate to wriggle off the belt and potentially get away. She was not going to be this machine's toy! She refused to go quietly and let herself be diapered!


"Unhand me right now!" 


Despite her best attempts and unbridled anger, the machine simply rolled over and started patting her bottom with powder puffs covered in baby powder. Sakura threatened the machine repeatedly, vowing to get even with it as her lower half was enveloped in a cloud of talcum powder. After being powdered she was flipped over onto her back and spotted the diaper hovering above her naked body. She reached out and tried to wrestle the ridiculous diaper the hand was holding away from the machine!


Sakura should have learned her lesson the first time she tried to fight the machine, but unfortunately for her, the corrupted machine knew exactly how to deal with naughty babies. One of the hands that was going to diaper her seized her by the wrist which allowed another of the hands to grab her other wrist. The struggling twenty nine year old mother was forcibly dragged across her breasts along the belt until the machine stopped and secured her ankles. 


"No!" Sakura screamed. "Don't spank me!!!"


There was nothing she could do. The time for talk was over as the hands forced her bottom up into the air, putting her into a "bowing" position. A crinkling sound rustled from behind her head as a gloved hand unfurled a loose diaper and started to spank her with the elastic plastic backed garment!


*SLAP*


The hand flung the disposable back and flicked it forward, sending the slick plastic flying at her ass. The clack of plastic of flesh echoed in the crampt facility.  


“OOWWW!! STOP IT!” Sakura cried out as she started sobbing again. 


The machine threw everything it had at her, even the back of the hairbrush it had used to straighten her hair after the first spanking. The hickory hairbrush repeatedly tasted her quivering red hot flesh as every other spank either landed on alternating cheeks or occasionally caught the bottom part of her mound. With each harsh spank, Sakura twitched and tried to move her poor ass out of harm’s way, but she was held firmly in place as the machine unleashed its fury! 


---


Kazumi looked around the daycare, looking for someone who she could yell at, someone who was in charge. All she saw was a woman who looked like an unhappy adult sized baby that was lisping and fumbling over her words as she argued with a strange looking girl who looked like a giant three year old. The only person in the room who looked normal was a sad looking girl with a pink streak in her hair. It seemed that the girl with a single pink strand of hair was doing her utmost to stop the two "babies" from arguing.


"Excuse me!" The business woman dressed like a two year old exclaimed, trying to get the others to acknowledge her. "Who is in charge here?!"


"Me!" 


Kazumi cucked an eyebrow as the upsized three year old stepped away from her argument with the baby lady. 


"You've got to be kidding me." Kazumi sighed.


"Look, lady. I tried to fix the machine that went haywire when this genius decided to stick her head in the slot and ended up dressed like this!" Aoi explained, pointing an accusing finger at Takara.


"That doesn't explain why-"


"Id nod mai fault yah stuupid betch!" The woman dressed in only a diaper and shirt shouted. 


"It totally is your fault! Who stuck their head into the slat and fell into the machine?!" Aoi asked in an annoyed tone.


Kazumi decided to stay quiet. After all. She literally did the same exact thing as the other diaper clad woman. 


"Yu gonna git fired an suwed!" The now drooling baby woman countered. 


It was at that moment that Kazumi noticed an actual infant not too far away from the drooling forty one year old.


"Shit!" Kazumi shouted. "My three year old son and another mom's baby is in the lobby!"


This outburst actually seemed to get everyone to shut up momentarily as the girl with the black and pink hair leapt into action.


"Don't worry, ma'am. I'll get the babies!"


With that said, Yuki left the room, leaving the two women to resume their argument while Kazumi tried not to roll her eyes. It was such a weird scene. Almost like watching real children argue with each other over something incredibly stupid. Did it really matter who was at fault?


---


Finally, the hairbrush had struck its finishing blow across Sakura's punished postier, leaving the naked housewife a sobbing, gasping mess. At some point she had even pissed herself. The remnants of her green tea pooled on the conveyor belt between her spread knees. 


*The Poor Baby Obviously Needs Her Diapers. Look At The Mess You Made!*


The computerized voice chastised the crying woman.


"I'M NOT A BABY!" Sakura screamed at the ceiling. Her tears ran down her puffy cheeks, passing her mucus covered chin as her fists remained clenched. 


*That Puddle Between Your Legs Says Otherwise, Baby Sakura. Why Don't You Be A Good Girl, Like Your Sister Kazumi, And Accept Your Diaper*


Sakura stood silently on her knees, wishing that this was all just a terrible nightmare, hoping that she would wake up in bed next to her loving husband.


'Why did I have to try to save Kazumi!?'


Well she stood on all fours quietly reflecting on her earlier choices, the machine got to work diapering her. Sakura flinched as she was once again laid onto her back, her searing bottom meeting the cold surface of the belt. Within seconds the hands gripped her by the ankles and had the thick disposable underneath her blistered butt.


The soft, almost welcoming kiss of industrialized cotton touched her sore backside, cradling it and comforting her in a way that panties never could. It was almost like the diaper was claiming her ass, as if it was the spoils of a hard fought war. Her legs were then spread wide when the gloved hands brought the front of the diaper up and over her urine soaked pussy. The elastic wings were quickly tugged and pulled against her hips, taping her into the diaper as each tape was pressed against the slick cartoon covered waistband.


Once sealed into the dreaded disposable diaper, Sakura tried to reach around and ease the soreness of her burning bottom, but the gloved hands denied her this simple mercy by batting away her hands. It was at this point that Sakura realized that she couldn't win. There was no point fighting back. The machine had robbed of her hair and had quickly spanked her silly for each unsuccessful escape attempt she had made. The only good thing that came of this whole thing was that her burning butt was taped into something that at least helped ease the pain emanating from her ass. If she just went with the floor, she would be released into the daycare and, hopefully, allowed to leave once she got dressed into something a bit more mature. 


With that thought in mind, Sakura allowed herself to be moved down the line and dressed in a baggy pink onesie. It was such an odd piece of clothing Sakura thought to herself as she felt the onesie hang loosely from her chest while tightly hugging her wide hips and bulbous diapered bottom, giving her body a distinct pear shape. 


'At least I'm not going to look exactly like Kazumi.' 


Sakura sighed as the belt carried her towards an exit; a lone square of bright light momentarily blinded her as she emerged out of the dark room. Down a small slide she slid until she landed next to Kazumi. 


Immediately, the diapered housewife saw her "twin" sitting across from her. She quickly turned her head, wanting to look anywhere but at Kazumi. It was almost painful to see such an independent woman now dressed like a toddler. However, no matter where she looked, she saw that the machine had been very busy that morning. In front of her lay a very upset looking older woman who had been dressed in a diaper and shirt arguing with a much younger looking...girl, Sakura assumed, who wore a bowl haircut and a matching dinosaur themed t-shirt and diaper. There was only one person in the room who looked normal and she was tending to Kazumi's son while her own infant daughter laid on the ground beside them.


So, feeling utterly defeated and beyond confused, Sakura hung her head, wishing to herself that she was anywhere else but here…




To Be Continued...