Takara's Trip To Daycare Pt.4 (Patreon)

Yuki sat at the front desk, absolutely dismayed at how things were going. She had done her best and had managed to keep the babies safe, but that didn't mean that she was happy about the last two moms being pulled into the machine when she was setting Aoi straight. Nor was she very pleased with the verbal tongue lashing that Aoi had given her after the "twins" were dumped into the daycare. So, she sat quietly behind the receptionist's desk, just like Aoi had ordered her to do, and hoped that she could prevent anyone else from ending up diapered or worse. All she had to do was keep an eye on the front door and stop another incident from happening. It sounded so easy.


"Why must this happen today?" Yuki sighed to herself.


Still, none of this was truly her fault. She knew that much, but she still felt responsible. If only she had ignored Aoi and Takara. She could have kept those two moms from getting pulled into the panel. Yeah, unlike Takara and Aoi, the two women were physically fine and could've walked right out of the daycare, but without a spare change of clothes, they opted to stay put. If this kept up, they would have more adults under their "care" then actual babies. Yuki vowed to keep that from happening. 


When the next mother came through the door, she would welcome them and tell them that she would personally take their child back to the daycare. That way whoever walked through the door wouldn't want to inspect it!



'Yeah, that should be fine.' Yuki forced herself to smile as she watched the front door, waiting for the next client to enter the lobby. 


Mitsuki checked her phone as she walked into the lobby of the daycare. She looked up from her phone and appreciated the minimalist style of the lobby with its wide waiting area and the stainless steel light fixtures that illuminated a fine-grained wooden desk. Behind the desk was a young woman who looked to be just out of high school or possibly in college. Regardless of the secretary's age, Mitsuki had heard good things about the country's first automated daycare and wanted to enroll her soon to be born child if they still had spots available. 


Yuki was slightly caught off guard by the pregnant woman who had just entered the lobby without a child. 'Why was she here? She looks like she's about to pop.'


Indeed, the newest potential patron of the daycare looked to be at least eight or nine months pregnant and the peach colored bodycon style dress she wore only accentuated her bulging belly. Yuki had to give the woman props for being confident enough to wear such a tight fitting dress that seemed to hug every curve the woman possessed.


"Good morning!" Yuki announced with a smile to the pregnant newcomer. "Welcome to Sunshine Semi-Automated Daycare!"


"Semi automated?" Mitsuki asked. "I thought this was a fully automated daycare?" 


"Well, the owners want to gradually ease into providing one hundred percent autonomous care." Yuki explained. "So, at the moment, we do have onsite staff, such as myself, who watch over the children. However, our automated system handles all diapering and bathing. It can even custom tailor clothing and give haircuts to any child who is in need of such services."


"Hmm, okay. I like the sound of that. My baby can get the best of both worlds." Mitsuko replied while caressing her pregnant belly.


"Indeed! We strive to give the best care that man or machine can provide!" 


It must be said that Yuki had memorized the Corporate script well and could recite it on command laced with plenty of sugar. What the young woman lacked in critical thinking skills, she more than made up for such shortcomings with charm and her pretty smile.


"As you can plainly see, I'm going to be giving birth in the next few weeks."


"How far along are you?" Yuki couldn't help but interrupt the woman.


"Two weeks shy of nine months." 


"You look amazing for being so close to delivering."


"Thank you." The gorgeous woman answered before continuing with her previous thought.
"My husband works in the automated vehicle industry and he wants our daughter to be cared for by machines. Of course, I was a little reluctant at first, but after a few weeks of talking it over, I've come to the conclusion that it really isn't that big of a deal. If we allow machines and computers to operate our cars, driving us around without a second thought, then why worry about them tending to our kids? It would be downright hypocritical to question an autonomous daycare caring for our children."


"That's a good point."


"After thinking long and hard about it, I think it would only benefit my baby to grow up around machines since that's obviously going to be the future. While other kids might have anxiety around them, my little Ayami will harbor no such fears."


"I see. That's a pretty smart way to raise your child." Yuki agreed. 


Mitsuki brushed a strand of her long, luxurious long black hair from her shoulder. "So, are there any openings?"


"Yes, we can happily enroll, Ayami when you are ready to leave her in our care."


"Before I sign anything, I'm going to need to see the autonomous facility that will be caring for my daughter. I won't lie, I'm a bit curious about how this company tends to the babies."


Yuki's smile instantly turned to a look of panic as she tried to think of something to say. 


"I can't give you a tour right now."


"Why not?" The pregnant woman asked.


"Because I can't." Yuki tried to assert herself, but it came off making her look like a nervous Teen.


"How come it says on your website that you give tours before enrollment?" Mitsuki asked, holding the screen of her cell phone towards Yuki.


"That's different." Yuki replied. "You- umm- you gotta have an appointment!"


"It says nothing about an appointment here. Why won't you let me see it?" Mitsuki asked, arching an eyebrow.


Yuki sighed. "It's not working right now."


"That sounds like a pretty bad excuse. How do I know that this isn't some scam? I wouldn't be surprised if you tell everyone that line about the machine not working." Mitsuki's voice rose an octave louder. "You guys probably don't even have a machine back there!"


"But I'm telling you the truth! The machine isn't working properly right now!" Yuki pleaded with the pregnant woman who was becoming irate.


"I bet that slot over there is just for show!" Mitsuki shouted as she walked over to the panel with her cellphone in hand. "I'm going to take pictures of this fraudulent facility and post them online!"


"No!" Yuki screamed. "Whatever you do, don't go near that panel!"


Mitsuki turned around just before she was about to pull open the slot, caught off guard by Yuki's screaming. "Someone who didn't have something to hide wouldn't be screaming at me like that!" 


"I'm not lying! The machine is malfunctioning due to a mistake I made, and its now grabbing mothers from the lobby and diapering them!" Yuki declared in an upset voice, ashamed that she had to tell this woman about how badly she had failed her job.


"Wait." Mitsuki paused as metallictendrils slithered out of the slot behind her. "What's the machine doin-"


"AAHHHH!" The woman cried out in shock as a pair of the mechanical arms grabbed her by her arms and legs. Within the blink of an eye, the eight month pregnant woman was pulled through the panel in the wall and forced to slide down a small chute until she landed on a soft, rubbery surface. The strong scent of baby powder wafted around her as she took in an anxious breath. The familiar scent of babyhood was overpowering the antiseptic smells that lingered throughout the air. As she strained her eyes in the dimly lit area, Mitsuki could make out that she was sitting on a long belt that seemed to be the key feature of the daycare's processing area for babies. 


"Okay!" The pregnant woman called out into the darkness. "I believe you now!"


Sensing the sound waves coming from Mitsuki, the computer system turned on and greeted its newest baby. 


*Baby Detected. Initiating Scan*


"I have seen enough of this place. Please let me out of here!" The pregnant woman pleaded as she tried to get off the belt, only to be grabbed by her arms and legs.


Mitsuki squirmed against the multiple gloved hands who held her in spread out in a starfish position. Her bulging pregnant belly sticking up for the scanning device to gradually go over until the laser stopped on top of her belly. Normally the scanning procedure would have continued until her entire body had been documented for the computer, but the red rectangular laser beam remained in place, scanning her belly.


"What is this thing doing?!" The now agitated woman cried out, worried for the health of her unborn child. 


*Baby's Physical Profile Not In Database*


"That's because my baby isn't born!" Mitsuki replied before she realized that she was talking to a machine. 


'Maybe I can talk my way out of this. After all, my husband says that most technology can be communicated with.'


*Creating New Profile. Mother, Please Speak The Name Of Your Baby*


"That's the thing." Mitsuki paused. "My baby hasn't been born yet. I am going to be a mother very soon."


*Congratulations! What Is The Name Of Your Baby*


Mitsuki sighed and realized that this thing wasn't exactly a smart AI. She gazed around the dimly lit facility from her awkward position on the belt and realized that her only hope was to stall, buy some time and say a silent prayer that one of the workers would turn off the machine soon.


"My baby's name is going to be Ayami." She replied. 


*Mother, Please Provide Last Name For Baby Ayami*


"Kiyama."


*File Created For Baby Ayami Kiyama*


From the sound of things, the machine had just made a file for her baby girl, which normally wouldn't have been that big of a deal to her. Everyone had a file in this day and age, but this obviously wasn't a good thing if what the young woman had said in the lobby was true. If this machine was really diapering grown women then she was most likely going to be next if someone didn't shut this thing down soon!


"Can someone please shut this thing off already!?"


*Baby Ayami Is Not Authorized User*


"I need an Authorized user to turn-" Mistsuki stopped in the middle of her demand when an ugly thought crossed her mind. 'What if the girl at the front desk, or anyone tending to the babies here, isn't authorized to override the system? That would at least explain why it hadn't been shut down yet, but that could only mean… I don't want to be diapered!'


*Authorized User Not Present*


Mitsuki decided to try something different.


"Okay. If I'm Baby Ayami...then how old am I?"


This question genuinely seemed to perplex the machine. The scanning device powered down and retreated back into the roof of the room as the computerized voice remained quiet. It was almost too quiet for the sore Mitsuki who felt her arms and legs grow tired as she hoped beyond hope that she somehow stumped the AI.


---


"Are you trying to piss me off?!" Aoi growled as Yuki walked in like a dog with its tail between its legs.


"I tried to stop her, but-"


"But what!?" Aoi shouted, hands placed firmly on her hips as she stepped away from the assembled adult babies and actual babies. "All you had to do was tell anyone that walked in the door that you would personally handle their kid."


"But she didn't have a kid! She-" 


"She didn't have a kid?" Aoi cocked an eyebrow. "Then what the hell was she doing by the panel?!"


"She's pregnant and wanted to tour the facility before enrolling her future daughter here." Yuki replied, finally able to finish a sentence. 


"Then you should've told her that the machine is undergoing maintenance." Aoi stated without hesitation.


"Oh, but I thought you didn't want anyone to know that there's something wrong with the machine?"


 "Of course I don't want our regulars to know what's going on, but if someone is insisting on seeing the machine, you tell them it's being repaired." Aoi explained.


"I did my best to keep her from walking over to the panel, but she wouldn't listen" The black haired woman with a pink strip in her bangs said as she looked at the floor.


"Yuki. This isn't rocket science. You're a worker here and you need to be more assertive with the public. Put your foot down when they don't listen to you!" Aoi instructed before sighing and bringing her thumb and index finger to the bridge of her nose, annoyed by her coworker's incompetence. "Now, thanks to you, we have a pregnant woman inside that crazy machine…"


---


Mitsuki laid there on the conveyor belt, growing bored. The machine had stopped communicating with her and it almost seemed like it was ignoring her. 


"Well, how old is baby Ayami?" Mitsuki repeated her earlier question.


*Baby Is Very Young. Younger Than Any Baby In Our System*


The pregnant woman could tell that the machine was struggling to gauge her baby's actual age. It seemed fairly obvious to her that this was the machine's first time around a baby who had yet to be born. 


"If Baby Ayami is younger than any baby in your system then maybe you can't care for her?" Mitsuki asked thoughtfully. 


She was going to milk this line of questioning for as long as she could. If she bought enough time, she wouldn't end up being forced to wear a diaper by an incompetent machine. The last thing she wanted was for that footage to be recorded in some database and potentially leaked one day.


*All Babies, Young And Old, Are To Be Cared For Without Question.*


"Fine, but you don't even know what to do with Ayami since you don't know what her age is."


*Scan Shows Baby Ayami May Be Newborn In Age. Recommended Action Is To Be Gentle When Undressing And Diapering Her*


"As the mother of Ayami, I forbid you from handling my baby!" Mitsuki barked at the computer system. "I'm not going to let you strip me naked and diaper me! I'm twenty five damn it!


*Twenty Five Hours Old Is Ayami Kiyama's Age, Correct?*


"Nooo!" The pregnant woman screamed as she pulled against her gloved captors. "She's not even a minute-"


*Twenty Five Minutes Old Is Confirmed. Baby Ayami's Confirmed Age Is Twenty Five Minutes Old. Preparing Bathing Procedures To Wash Newborn Ayami*


Mitsuki felt her face go white when she heard the machine say the word "bathing." There was no way in hell that this thing was going to wash her!


"I'm not a fucking baby!"


The machine didn't respond verbally. Instead it simply raised the visibly frustrated woman to her feet and began stripping her of the form fitting dress she sported. In one simple yet fluid motion, her hands were pulled up towards the ceiling and the dress was pulled over her head while the gloved hands securing her wrists realised them to get access to her expensive dress. Mitsuki stood there, utterly shocked that she was standing there in only her bra and panties. She tried to cover herself in a desperate attempt to preserve her modesty, but the machine wasted no time restricting her movement by grabbing her wrists again. 


After the hands had her restrained, they resumed undressing her. Her breasts spilled out of her large maternity bra while the machine simultaneously tugged down her on panties, exposing a rather large bush. 


"Please!" Mitsuki begged while the machine threw away her underwear without a second thought. "Stop this at once! I'm not a baby!"


Once more the machine remained silent, focused on getting it's newest charge checked in, washed and dressed. Mitsuki felt her feet leave the belt and her view go vertical as she was rotated until she was staring straight up at the ceiling, just like during the scan. The only difference was she wasn't being held still, but being lowered down onto something. She shivered as her bare naked back came into contact with an ice cold steel slab that gradually lowered down until it stopped. 


The moment her hands and legs were released, Mitsuki instantly covered her breasts with her forearm while her left hand moved down in between her legs, shielding her womanhood from any camera that may or may not be filming her. It was a futile attempt at preserving her dignity, she realized since any camera present had already seen everything she had, but the instinct to cover herself was naturally hardwired into her brain. 


An obnoxious noise came from beneath the slab, obviously signaling to the machine that whatever it had been doing to her was now finished, Mitsuki assumed. 


*One hundred and twenty pounds, eight ounces*


So, she had been laying butt naked on some sort of bizarre baby scale? 


*That's Quite A Big Baby. Your Mommy Must Be So Proud!*


"You've got to be kidding me…" Mitsuki muttered to herself. "My mother is fifty one years old you crazy hunk of junk! How many fifty one year olds give birth to twenty five year olds!?"


*Baby Is Fussy. Will Authorize Feeding After Health Check And Bathing Is Completed*



"Health check?" The pregnant woman asked as she was lifted from the scale and flipped over until she was facing the conveyor belt. 


With expert precision, the array of mechanical hands had Mitsuki on the rubber surface in a flash. Her legs were forced into a kneeling position while the machine made sure her face rested on her forearms which kept her from falling forward. This left her plump butt to stick straight up in the air. 


Mitsuki grew nervous. 'What's this thing going to do to me?


*PLOOP*


"Ughh!" The poor pregnant woman cried out as her back passage was violated by a rather large thermometer. The gloved hand worked the large device around until it could stand up perfectly on its own. Despite the situation, Mitsuki found her cheeks growing hot as her lower lips started to moisten. This bizarre procedure reminded her of the many fun sexual positions her husband used to try with her before she got pregnant. Doggy style was definitely one of her absolute favorite styles.


*Temperature Is Ninety Eight Point Five*


With that said, the thermometer was pulled from her tight hole, leaving the expecting mother all hot and bothered that she didn't get more attention from the temperature checking device. Needless to say, it had been a few weeks since she had even masturbated, months since her husband had given her any sex, and the poor woman only needed a little bit of attention to get her motor running.


"Are you absolutely sure my temperature is correct? Maybe we can check it again?" Mitsuki asked sheepishly as the numerous mechanical arms readjusted her position on the conveyor belt until she was laying on her back again. 



*Initiating Bath Protocol!*


"Lame." Mitsuki muttered to herself. After she got out of this absurd place, she was going to spend the rest of the day playing with herself.


The belt came to a stop as the arms lifted her up and helped her sit in a rather small wash basin that contained soapy water. The water itself felt fairly warm against her skin, but not overbearingly so. It was actually kind of nice, except for the fact that the water was barely high enough to count as a proper bath. Even if her butt was wet, it seemed like it was more of a foot bath.


"Is there anyway that you could use a shower nozzle?" Mitsuki figured since she was already naked and wet, she may as well ask and see what the machine could do for her. After all, It's not everyday that you got the opportunity to be bathed by an autonomous machine. If she was going to be literally pampered then she should get all the perks that come with it!


Surprisingly enough, the computer obliged her request and a gloved hand brought out a showerhead attachment. Maybe it was because it thought she was a newborn. Maybe it was because she asked. Mitsuki didn't care, she simply sat in the tiny tub and let the machine get to work. With a gentle, but steady spray the showerhead hit her milk filled breasts, getting them prewashed for the loofahs. 


Mitsuki couldn't help but moan as she felt the multiple tiny jets of warm water kiss her sore nipples as the blast of water gradually moved over them. After a few seconds, the spray moved over her enormous belly, causing Mitsuki to shiver from excitement. 


It had been almost three months since her husband had paid her body any real attention in the sexual sense. He may not of had sex with her in forever, but he had been especially fond of her breasts, which he still liked to play with from time to time, but as her due date drew closer, he had stopped playing with them since Mitsuki would always demand sex after he started touching them.


Thinking back on that experience, when her husband had practically drooled over her, Mitsuki realized just how much her breasts had grown since the beginning of her pregnancy. She had never grown larger than an A cup during her school years, but each month of her pregnancy caused her breasts to swell until they reached the point where she needed to wear a rather large B cup. If only her husband wasn't so superstitious about hurting the baby, she was sure he'd love to give her what she needed, what she craved.


Mitsuki simply laid back and enjoyed the bath while she thought about her husband's hands exploring her body. As she daydreamed, a different kind of hand grabbed a bar of soap and began to lather it up against a loofah. Once fully lathered, the gloved hand started going over Mistuki's large breasts. The moment the loofah touched her sensitive nipples, Mistuki moaned loudly as the machine innocently washed her breasts in a clockwise motion.


She couldn't deny the fact that her entire body was starved for this sort of attention. for any sort of pleasurable contact. Sensual is nice, but what she wouldn't give for this machine to make her feel like a woman right here! Still, the gentle circles of soap that the hands were spreading on her belly and breasts was an enjoyable feeling. She couldn't deny that. 


As more and more hands joined in, Mitsuki smiled as she felt every inch of skin below her neck get washed. They caressed and scrubbed her shoulders and neck. Her arms and legs were being given equally exquisite treatment by sud covered hands while a rather industrious pair of hands massaged her breasts. Despite the occasional spritz of warm water, she felt goosebumps across her skin. The young woman knew that this level of care and attention was virtually impossible to match at any spa she had ever visited.


While the hands worked her upper body, a single hand was going over her lower back and thighs with a soap covered loofah. The stray hand worked it's way between her legs and started scrubbing her roughly. Mitsuki gasped as the naughty loofah wielding hand paid particular attention to her mound. It pushed in at times, rubbing against the inner layers of her vagina. Mitsuki could no longer contain her emotions and started gyrating her hips, thrusting her pelvis against the loofah while loudly moaning.  


However, the soaping seemed to end far too soon for poor Mitsuki, who was on the verge of orgasm when she felt the warm water spray all across her body again. Despite being denied release, the water still felt incredible and caused shivers of satisfaction and lust to course all the way throughout her body. The gentle streams of water poured down over her breasts and across her belly, sending even more shivers to quake through her very being as the water slowly trickled down the sides of her massive belly.


It made the twenty five year old blush when she realized how perverted she had been behaving. Something as simple as a showerhead, and a bunch of wayward loofahs, had awakened such shameful feelings inside of her body.


Once the machine had thoroughly rinsed her body, the hand moved the showerhead over her face before reaching her hair causing Mitsuki to smile and close her eyes. She could feel the water overflowing out of the tiny tub while the showerhead sent tiny tributaries of water washing over her face. As she opened her eyes to look forward, water dripping from her forehead, nose and lips, she immediately spotted a lone gloved hand holding a three bladed razor. 


"What's that for?" Mitsuki asked, almost out of breath.


The machine had no answer for her, but she got the message when two gloved hands pushed her thighs apart while the hand holding the razor reached down until it rested just above her pussy. A bottle of some kind of  shaving cream, Mitsuki assumed, was squirted into her bush, thickening the patch of hair down there with suds as the mysterious solution tingled against her skin. 


Normally, the future mother had kept her mound clean and freshly shaven, but she had let it grow out once her belly obscured her view. Not exactly easy to shave what can't be seen, but the machine had no problems finding the thicket of hair beneath her belly. With one quick pass, the razor literally drew a clean line through the jungle that was her bush. Mitsuki felt the razor finish its final pass over her clit and engorged lips. In roughly a minute, the machine had rendered her as bald as her first day of high school. It felt absolutely wonderful to feel clean down there again! 


'Maybe it's a good thing I fell in here after all...' 


Mitsuki felt so fresh and clean that she didn't even care when one of the hands grabbed her wet tresses and pulled them away from her skin. She almost started giggling as the tips of her luxurious long black hair tickled her as they brushed against her skin. The hands seemed to be playing with her long locks, she realized. 


'Probably going to shampoo my hair.' Mitsuki thought as she sat in the baby sized bin.


However, instead of any shampoo getting squirted into her hair, the hand simply grabbed a thick bunch of her hair in it's fist, pulled it upwards and chopped it off with a loud snip.


"What the fuck?!" Mitsuki screamed as she tried to lunge forward only to be restrained by her gloved captors.


The poor pregnant woman was held kicking and screaming as the scissor wielding hand started clipping with reckless abandon. Tiny snippets and long locks fell around her soaked bottom and ended up floating on the surface of the bath water.


"Stop cutting my hair!"


Mitsuki cried out, absolutely shaken with the amount hair she had lost. She could feel her head grow lighter with every snip and clip. 


---


Kazumi looked up from her toy and felt her heart sink. Another woman was getting manhandled and her hair butchered by that crazy machine. She looked over at her "twin" and they both shared a knowing glance at one another. They both could easily leave at any time that they wanted to. Unlike Takara, the poor woman who was lisping like a baby and farting randomly like she was shitting herself, they had nothing wrong with themselves except for the fact that the only clothing they had was what they were currently wearing. The last thing either woman wanted to do was walk around in public dressed like a two year old baby. Neither woman had their smartphone, the machine had disposed of those easily enough and who could remember their husband's work phone number? So, they both sat there, effectively trapped, hoping that their husbands would call the daycare sooner rather than later.


"Damn it, Yuki!" Aoi shouted as Mitsuki's screams and cries could be heard from the daycare proper.


"I know, I know." The poor girl sighed. "If it helps, I'll change Takara's diaper the next time she needs a change."


Aoi laughed like her coworker had just said the funniest thing ever. 


"Of course you're changing her. This whole mess is your fault and the least you could do his wipe her fat ass!"


"Mai ash nod fad, bit!" Takara shouted as drool dripped down her chin. 


"Fine, but don't you act like I'm not doing my best! The least you could do is try to find them some clothes or something." The daycare worker with the pink strand of hair said as she pointed at the two twenty nine year olds turned twins.


"Oh, that's a great idea!" Aoi replied in a sarcastic tone. "I'll just go iver to the nearest clothing store in this dinosaur t-shirt and matching diaper. I'm sure the cashier won't mind when I tell them I left my wallet in my other diaper!"


"I'm sorry." Yuki felt like she had been saying that a lot today. "But you don't have to talk down to me like that."


"I don't?" Aoi tilted her head. "I think I do because you're a massive airhead! You're the only one who is still dressed like a normal person. You could go out and got these ladies some new clothing since you have your purse in the cubby in the back, but no! You suggest I go!"


"You don't have a spare set of clothing in the back?" Yuki asked, genuinely curious. 


"Yeah, I got three sets of clothing back there. I just like standing around in a diaper because it's in style!" Aoi shot back, her quick wit cutting Yuki to the core, or at least Aoi thought that until her underling replied.


"I always bring a change of clothing."


"Really?!" Aoi felt her eyes grow wide.


'Finally, a ray of sunshine in this awful day!'


"Yeah, but I couldn't bring any today because it's laundry day."


If Aoi could've face palmed any harder, her face would be meeting the back of her skull.


"I honestly don't know how I've been able to work with you this past month…." Aoi muttered to herself from behind her palm. "Look, just go buy some clothing for them or something. I'm tired of looking at them."


Sakura and Kazumi perked up, hopeful that the girls could get them something more mature to wear. 


"Yeah, I would do that, but I'm broke right now. Barely have enough to buy a bowl of sushi at 7-11." Yuki stated in a sad tone.


"Why am I not surprised…" Aoi sighed as the two housewives looked absolutely despondent.


---


The clippers ceased to hum as the hand took the steel edge from the pregnant woman's now shaved head. Her crown and entire skull was now covered in stubble as the machine ran a lone gloved finger over her scalp. 


Mitsuki shuddered, it felt like the machine was rubbing it in. She didn't know if it was and she didn't even care. She looked like a freak! Her head was shaved! It had been a relaxing and almost pleasurable experience until the damned machine decided to shave her head bald.  She was as bald as a newborn baby!


*Baby Is Now Clean. Initiating Diapering!*


Mitsuki cranes her bald head upwards just in time to see her gloved captors have lifted her up out of the tiny tub. With unlimited space to fight back, she squirms and kicks futilely against the multiple mechanical arms that held her. Despite her best attempts, it doesn't stop them from laying her out on the now moving belt. 


*Bad Babies Don't Get Their Bottles Of Formula!*


That was probably the first thing that the computer had said so far that made Mitsuki feel slightly better about her situation. At her baby shower a week ago, she played various games with her girlfriends and one of them was a game that had the women chugging baby formula to see who could do it the fastest. She failed miserably due to how chalky the stuff tasted and how thick it was. 


A hand comes down from the ceiling holding a large tube of clear liquid, at least it looked like liquid to Mitsuki, but when the hand squirted the warm viscous oil onto her breasts and bulging belly, she realized that it was baby oil! Not stopping at her round stomach the hands continue drizzling it on her thighs and legs. As the hand is pouring it on her arms and legs, a half dozen hands pop up around her and begin rubbing it in. A pair of hands traced every inch of her curves as they traveled down her thighs all the way to the tips of her toes while two other hands worked on her slender arms. 


As all this was happening, a single glove squirted generous amounts of oil onto her round belly button, sending the oil trickling down the sides of her glove like stomach. With a gentle touch, two gloves began rubbing it all over her bulbous belly as another pair of hands tended to her breasts, rubbing them firmly. Each nipple quickly rose to attention, poking outwards to the ceiling, making Mitsuki moan as her sensitive flesh was gently twisted.


Mitsuki lay there trying not to moan, trying not to enjoy this perverted massage, trying not to upset the hands. The last thing she wanted was to cum all over the belt and have the machine punish her with formula or God only knew what else for "wetting herself." Still, try as she might, she wanted to enjoy how the hands manipulated her breasts between their fingertips, she wanted to orgasm all over the belt, but the moment the hand squirted her bald head with oil, she shuddered. 


"Don't rub it in!" Mitsuki shrieked.


The machine didn't listen to her wails as it worked the slick warm oil across her crown. In a matter of seconds, her head shined like a bowling ball. 


A tingle went up her spine as the hands squirted more oil onto her crotch and started tending to her now slick pussy. The big gloved fingers ran the oil over every fold of her womanhood, getting the oil all over while the pregnant woman squeaked from the hand's mechanical explorations.


"Please!" Mitsuki suddenly found herself begging for more as she squirmed under the multitude of hands rubbing over her entire body and pussy. "Don't stop!"


Sadly for Mitsuki, the machine deemed her front finished and gently turned her on her side as she huffed and pouted. It seemed like the computer was minding her pregnant belly as if it knew she wasn't a newborn. Once on her side, the hands immediately resumed their work as generous amounts of oil were sprayed onto her back and butt. The gloves once again reached out and started rubbing the oil back and forth across her pale skin. Unlike the front of her body, there was nothing really there to stimulate, just a large surface area to rub down and lube up in long, solid motions. Expectedly, she feels the dribbles of warm oil kiss her butt as a pair of hands take turns rubbing in the oil between her cheeks and down the backs of her legs.


Finally, the oil treatment was finished, leaving the pregnant woman flustered and yet again unfulfilled as she was turned over onto her back. Even though the hands had just disappeared from view, she could still hear the ever present whirring and hissing of mechanical arms. Without so much as a warning, the machine started dumping copious quantities of something onto her bare crotch. Mitsuki could barely see past her belly, but the rapidly expanding white cloud of powder and familiar scent of baby powder told her all she needed to know; she was getting her butt and crotch powdered!


"I don't need a diaper!" The pregnant bald woman whined.


With a single hand, the machine grabbed her by the ankles and hoisted her big butt off of the rubber belt. Now that the machine had more space to work with, it started to spread the powder over all of her ass. 


While Mitsuki is fuming on her back, another set of hands pull something out of a compartment below the belt. They come out holding something in their thumbs and forefingers. Something Mitsuki knew was coming. Something incredibly tiny, square, white and plastic.


Suddenly Mitsuki felt her spirits soar as she stared at the legitime baby diaper. 


"There's no way that thing can fit me!" She shouted at the machine.


The machine paused, almost as if it was contemplating what Mitsuki had yelled. 


"Yeah. That's right! That tiny diaper can't fit me, can it?" The pregnant woman taunted her technological tormentor. 


*Initiating Scan*


Once again, her legs were laid out on the belt so the scanning device came down from the ceiling and proceeded to scan her now hairless crotch. After a few moments  the new information was relayed to the computer which calculated the appropriate course of action. 


*Enlarge Diaper To Match Baby Ayami's Size*


With a loud hum, the scanning device blasted the tiny, newborn pampers with a beam of energy. As the seconds ticked by, the diaper gradually expanded in both size and thickness right in front of Mitsuki's stunned eyes. 


"You've got to be kidding me!" Mitsuki hollered at the hand that held the expanded diaper that was now tailored to perfectly fit her.


Almost as if it was taking pleasure in tormenting Mitsuki, the gloved hands unfolded the huge pamper. While Mitsuki stared at the enormous diaper, a lone hand grabbed both of her ankles and lifted her legs back up into the air until her butt's hanging just inches off of the conveyor belt. While Mitsuki struggles to comprehend how this was even happening to her, the hands spread the large diaper underneath her freshly powdered bottom. With a slightly gradual motion from the machine, the hand lowers her ass onto the soft surface of her new pamper. Mitsuki can feel the insanely thick and densely packed cotton padding underneath her plump bottom. The machine spreads her legs wide and with a single smooth motion, the gloves pull the front of the newborn diaper, now sized for a twenty five year old, over her crotch and preceded to tape each wing into place on the front panel of the plastic garment. 


Now that the hands had released her arms and legs, Mitsuki realized that she probably couldn't even sit up, let alone walk in this damn diaper!  She could feel every inch of her bottom and crotch encased in the soft cotton. It felt like a she had a pillow between her legs! The bulk was bad enough, but every move she made, no matter how slight, made her disposable underwear crinkle as the plastic conformed to her ass. It was so loud and could be heard over the machinery! 


Right after she had been diapered, the hands produced a baby sized bonnet and quickly enlarged it to fit her bald head. With expert care, a single gloved hand tied it under her chin. 


Mitsuki scowled, "You stupid piece of junk!" 


Just as she thought things couldn't get any worse, a strange hole appeared in the floor of the room, right next to the conveyor belt. Slowly something rise out from the dark abyss. Ir was a pink crib; a legitimate baby's crib!


Mitsuki groaned in protest, not happy about the idea of being forced to sit in a piece of furniture that was only big enough to cage her like an animal. 


*Baby Ayami Needs A Nap*


Mitsuki wanted to cuss out the stupid computer, but what good would it do? The damn AI hadn't listened to her since it deemed her a newborn and shaved her head to match that of a newborn baby's. So, with little resistance, she was hoisted up by her underarms and sat down on the cushioned surface. Even though her diaper was rather thick, she could tell that the tiny padded mattress of the crib was soft. A gloved hand came down from the ceiling and pushed her bald head down just enough to allow the lid of the crib to be lowered and subsequently sealed shut, locking her in the small bar lined prison. 


As her cage was wheeled out to the daycare by a pair of hands, Mitsuki could see the hand that had forced her head down, it was waving goodbye to her! 


*Newborn Ayami Has Been Processed*


This unexpected announcement, coinciding with the mechanical arms pushing a small crib out of the door to the processing area caused everyone in the daycare to stare at the heavily pregnant and bald woman trapped within the confines of the infantile cage. 


"It shaved her fucking head!" Aoi stated in disbelief as she couldn't help but gawk at the poor pregnant woman who was gripping the crib bars. 


"Please!" Mitsuki begged. "Let me out of her!"

 
Takara stared in shock, feeling completely sorry for the expecting mother. She had to admit that a leaky butt and a temporarily numbed tongue were nothing compared to being shaved and literally caged up like a prisoner. 


"You two have to help her!" Sakira shouted from her seated position on the floor next to Kazumi.


"Umm, Aoi." Yuki rubbed the back of her head before opening her mouth. "We don't have any locking cribs, right?"


"No." Aoi replied in a hollow tone. "No, we don't…"


Mitsuki squirmed in the tiny, incredibly crampt and confined space of the crib. Her face turned sour as she reached back and touched her thickly diapered ass that was rapidly growing warm. 


"I think I wet my diaper…"





To Be Continued...