A Repair Job Gone Wrong (Patreon)

Here's a new story requested by a Patron, featuring a malfunctioning nannybot. Warning: contains lots of already used diapers and descriptions of their awful contents.

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Sam looked around the filthy daycare in dismay. The once adorable pastel-colored room now looked like the inside of a dumpster, with soggy, smelly diapers strewn all about, their disgusting contents staining whatever surface they touched.

“Your stupid machine did this” the annoyed daycare manager explained to Sam, holding her nose to try and avoid the smell. “I don’t know what kind of cheap garbage your company is building, but you’re looking at an entire month worth of dirty diapers which your stupid system decided to suddenly deposit in the main nursery room. You’re lucky there weren’t any kids here!”

“I’m sorry for the inconvenience ma’am” Sam offered. “I don’t design these things, I just fix them.”

“Yeah well, I’m going to have to close for a month to have this whole place cleaned top-to-bottom, which I’ll be billing your company for! But first, I need you to fix that damn machine and make sure it isn’t waiting to surprise us with another dirty diaper explosion!” Still holding her nose, the woman handed Sam the key to the building. “I can’t stand this stink for a moment longer, it’s your problem now. Lock up when you’re done!” With that, she quickly exited the building, leaving Sam examining the filthy room.

“I should’ve brought a hazmat suit” he murmured. Thankfully, the bulk of the machine was in the adjoining maintenance room, where he found the stink had only barely permeated. “Machine!” he called out to the primary command center, to see if it was active.

“Welcome user, state command” an electronic voice answered.

“Diagnostic mode, password engine-roma-twelve.”

“Diagnostic mode operational” it answered.

“Identify recent system failures.”

“Recent system failures. June 10, power cycling error. June 8, supply count miscalculation. June 7, waste storage exceeded.”

“Waste storage exceeded? Elaborate.”

“Machine’s waste storage capacity is approximately 300 diapers. As storage was not emptied, alternate storage methods were implemented.” Sam groaned. This basically meant that the machine had run out of places to store soiled diapers, and had incorrectly assumed the main nursery wing was a proper dumping ground.

“Low storage capacity should have been communicated to the staff” he chastised the machine. “Who is responsible for that function?”

“Caretaker D-12, currently held in storage bay 2.” Sam noted this, heading to the huge metal lockers at the far wall and opening the second one. Inside he found a standard caretaking droid, one dressed up to play the part of a nursery worker, with her colorful yellow apron and bag of babying supplies over its shoulder. The droids were mostly humanoid in appearance, this one built with a warm motherly appearance. Sam used his scanner to inspect the droid, but could find no visible errors. He reached behind the droid’s ear to press a hidden power switch, the droid’s eyes blinking to life.

“Hello” the droid said in its cheery electronic voice. 

“Hello caretaker” Sam responded, annoyed. “I am Sam, a mechanic. You failed to process a storage overload. Please list any recent subroutine errors.”

“Hello Samantha. What a cute little one you are. Are you hungry?” the droid asked. Sam groaned, clearly some sort of programming error had the droid unable to discern human ages and genders, treating him as another infant in the nursery. This would be an annoying problem to fix, might even require a full memory wipe. Sam reached again for the button behind the caretaker’s ear, but his arm was suddenly grabbed by her strong robotic hand.

“H-hey!” Sam exclaimed. “Let go!”

“Are you wet?” the droid asked, still grasping his right arm as she patted his crotch. “Uh oh, seems like someone isn’t wearing their diaper.”

“Caretaker! Shut down now, password gear-francis-two!”

“That’s right sweetie, you’re two years old!” The droid answered in her cheery voice, already scooping Sam up in her arms and wheeling him towards the huge padded changing table. “Now better get you out of that jumpsuit and into something more appropriate for such a cute little girl.”

“I’m a boy!” Sam yelled, but the droid ignored his pleas, dropping him onto the changing table. Quickly a set of flexible mechanical restraints snaked out from beneath the table, wrapping tightly around each limb. Sam pulled helplessly against the cuffs, but knew they were built to restrain even the strongest potential patients. 

“Such silly dress-up clothes” the caretaker declared, her mechanical hand retracting into her arm as a pair of scissors took its place. “Let’s get those off!”

“St-stop!” Sam cried out, but he could do nothing as his work jumpsuit was swiftly cut away and removed. He felt terrified as the sharp instrument was used to cut away his underpants, but thankfully the robot’s precision spared him any unfortunate cuts.

“Hmm, such a filthy girl” the caretaker decided, looking over Sam’s naked body and incorrectly scanning it as unwashed. “I think it’s time for a nice bath!”

“No way!” Sam protested, the stiff straps suddenly lifting him into the air as the padded changing mat beneath him retracted into the table. What was below him now was a large wash basin, one which the malfunctioning droid had apparently decided was another good place to store dirty diapers. He yelled out in horror as the straps released, letting him fall backwards into a pile of squishy, messy plastic padding. He struggled to try and lift himself from the tub, but soon found the caretaker forcing him back down with her strong mechanical arms.

“Don’t struggle Samantha, we’ll have you all cleaned up in no time!”

“Stop it! Let me go!” Sam cried out, whimpering as he heard the gurgling of rushing water. Quickly the tub filled with warm water, submerging Sam’s lower body and the horribly soiled diapers beneath him. The disgusting contents of the sodden nappies quickly mixed with the water, turning the bath into a horrific brown soup. 

“There we go!” The caretaker announced cheerfully, mistaking one of the used diapers for a sponge. Sam squealed in horror as she rubbed the soggy nasty diaper all around his face, doing her best to “clean” him. “Hold your breath” she announced suddenly, and before Sam could react the droid had pushed his head beneath the filthy water, her hands quickly working the thin sludge into his hair. 

Suddenly the water drained away and Sam gasped for breath, only to suddenly be assaulted by a collection of mechanical arms holding dirty towels, the boy yelping as the course cloth scrubbed him raw.

Once the arms were finished he soon found himself again being yanked upward by the malfunctioning droid and wheeled along towards an oversized vinyl changing table. The droid dropped him on the mat and another set of metal restraints snaked out to secure the boy firmly in place. 

“Time for a nice fresh diaper!” The droid announced, reaching beneath the table and retrieving an horribly soaked and soiled disposable diaper, her broken sensors unable to recognize that the diaper was clearly anything but “nice” or “fresh.” Sam squealed, pulling against the straps.

“Please! Don’t put that on me!” he pleaded, watching helplessly as the droid opened the diaper to reveal the thick disgusting mess inside.

“Baby Samantha loves her diapers!” The droid said in her sing-song voice, wasting no time in sliding the soggy ruined diaper under Sam’s bottom. The boy felt sick to his stomach as his butt sank into the filth, the heavy-duty tapes soon securing him into his nasty new underwear. Sam tried his best to keep his composure however, knowing that as soon as he was free he would rip off the disgusting garment. Or so he thought.

“Let me go!” He demanded, hoping the droid was satisfied to have finished diapering her charge.

“Baby Samantha is so fussy today…” the droid remarked. “Does the baby girl need a nap?” Responding to the question, a panel slid out from the wall, holding a variety of stained and soiled clothing, the waste overflow having apparently found its way into every aspect of the nursery’s machinery. Sam watched in horror as the droid somehow found something in his size, a thick pink sleeper covered in a number of horrid stains. 

“Nooo!” He cried out but was too weak to resist as the second the table straps were released a set of mechanical arms approached with the sleeper, quickly trapping the boy in the disgusting infantile garb. 

“And to keep your hands out of trouble” the droid announced, stepping forward with what she mistook as mittens: two bulging, soggy diapers. Sam whimpered as the disgusting gloves were pulled on and tapes tightly fastened into place, his hands trapped and useless. His chances of removing the thick sleeper and the nasty diaper beneath were now effectively zero. Realizing this, Sam finally lost his composure and began to cry. “Aw, poor baby” the droid remarked, pulling an oversized pacifier from her apron and forcing the thick nipple into Sam’s helpless mouth, a special glue ensuring it would remain in place for at least the next few hours.

She then picked up the helpless new toddler girl and carried her into the naptime room, Sam too overwhelmed to protest as he was lowered into one of the many cribs which had been packed full of stinky, squishy diapers by the broken A.I.. He simply whimpered into his new pacifier as the droid grabbed a nearby diaper pail and emptied the contents over him, somehow believing this would serve as a fine replacement for a blanket.

“Nighty nite Baby Samantha” the droid said cheerily as she locked the crib top into place. “Sleep well, because nana has lots of fun activities planned for you tomorrow!” With that she wheeled out of the room, snapping off the light. Sam sniffled from inside his disgusting cage, his body effectively trapped beneath the pile of nasty used diapers, the soggy mess taped around his waist sliding around with each small movement he made. Too overwhelmed by the humiliation to struggle, he simply closed his eyes and tried not to think about the smell.

“Worst job ever” he thought, before drifting off to sleep.