Published: November 18th 2022, 1:00:05 pm
Vickie gulped, staring around at the new room she was standing in. In a way, it should have felt like a relief, winding up somewhere private, where nobody could see her running around in her diapers... But that wasn't her reaction at all.
For one thing, there was something scary about the sterile blankness of the walls surrounding her, showing her no way out, no escape from this place. She knew there had to be one - she'd just gotten inside, after all - although it was little comfort in the moment, since she had no clue how to trigger that entrance. In fact, there was a chance it wouldn't be in the same place anyway, as she could have sworn she felt the floor lurch slightly under her feet, and, while that might have been her imagination, or nerves, she suspected the room was being moved, transported to a different part of the facility to make room for another admittance at the entrance.
Even beyond the thought of being trapped here, in an automated daycare, being cared for like a toddler by the cold, unfeeling machinery, it also meant her plan had been foiled. If she couldn't get out, she couldn't find her way back home and get her sitters in trouble, and there was no hope of them getting fired, and things perhaps going back to normal.
If anything, she now prayed her sitters would somehow find her here, that maybe Jordan and Liz would stumble across them and tell them where they'd put her, or they'd think to check here... She didn't think they'd leave without her, since, like her plan had relied on, them showing up without her, or vice versa, would show they weren't very good babysitters, but the quicker they got her out of here, the better off she'd be... She hated that they treated her like a baby when they knew she was an adult, yet there was something that seemed worse about this, about being somewhere that was going to treat her like a baby, and didn't seem to know that wasn't the case, and likely couldn't be convinced otherwise.
"Are you feeling okay, Vickie?" the calm, female voice asked her. "You haven't answered."
Vickie blinked, having needed that reminder to snap her out of her worries. This was really happening... She was stuck here, and there was nothing she could do about it. "I-I..." she stammered, squirming in her soggy diaper, cheeks burning as the contents of her tummy sloshed inside her, reminding her of what had caused her accident, what she'd drank so much of. She wouldn't mind a dry diaper, but did she want one right this minute?
Because the other thing that freaked her out about this place was the fact that, as empty as it appeared, she had a feeling it wasn't nearly that private in reality. There had to be cameras in here, somewhere, watching her every move, just in case anything went wrong... There was probably someone, somewhere, on location that could see her, though whether she'd be able to get their attention, convince them to let her out, was another matter. And then there was likely someone at corporate headquarters for this place who could tap in, and see everything that happened to her... There was a good chance that, since Taylor and Sawyer had hacked into this place to give her a profile, they'd set it up so that they were listed as her caretakers, which meant they might be given access to the camera feed, too - that, or they could have given themselves a way to see it when they'd been messing around with the system - if they thought to look...
"Poor little dear," a third hand popped up from the floor to give the seat of her diaper a pat. "You must not be feeling well. Let's get you out of this wet diaper."
"N-No!" Vickie shook her head, the decision being made for her prompting her to make up her mind at last, in the other direction. "I-I'm fine!"
The hands around her wrists were already pulling her forward, however, the floor in front of her lifting up, creating a ramp that let her be dragged right onto the top of the changing table, dragging her heels and whining the whole way. "Stop it!" she demanded. "I-I don't need a... Hey!"
She gasped as she felt the hem of her dress being lifted, looking down to see another pair of hands, one in front of her and one behind her, grabbing it, pulling it up, and, before she could react, off of her, the first set of hands around her wrists letting go just long enough for the garment to be whisked off of her head, then latching on again, giving her no chance to attempt to hide her bare breasts, or her diaper, as the shorts she'd worked so hard for were yanked off, too.
The sight of her diaper, though, did give her a burst of hope, reminding her about the plastic pants locked around it. "Oh, too bad," she teased the walls of the nursery cell, feeling, for once, like she had some control, even if it was because of something she'd been quite unhappy about when it happened, and ever since. "Guess I can't get a change after all!"
"Don't be silly, Vickie," the voice told her, a hand dropping down from the ceiling to push an oversized pacifier, even larger than the one she'd left behind when she'd run away from her sitters, into her mouth, while another pair of hands wrapped around her ankles. Those ones, along with the ones on her wrists, lifted her up off the surface of the changing table exactly enough to rotate her into a prone position before pulling her back down onto the table, holding her there, prone and helpless.
"B-But they're locked!" Vickie tried to point out, the pacifier turning her words into a senseless babble. She couldn't even spit it out, lying on her back as she was, with the bulb so huge, filling her entire mouth, keeping from her saying anything as more hands appeared, these seeming to come from the table itself, approaching the lock on her plastic pants. It didn't matter if they could understand her or not, she told herself. They were going to figure it out right now...
Except, as the new hand closed around the lock, it popped open, allowing the other hands to start pulling the plastic pants, the ones that had kept her from getting her diaper off on her own, that had caused her so much trouble, right down her legs with no issue. She whimpered into her paci in frustration, mind filling with anger and embarrassment, remembering how hard she'd tried to do the same thing, and failed; it really did make her feel stupid, and babyish, like she might belong in this place.
"You didn't think your..." there was a pause, slight, yet long enough for her to notice it, as the system clearly went through her records to find the correct response to fill in the blanks, "babysitters would leave you here in plastic pants that weren't compatible with our system, did you?"
"My babysitters didn't leave me here!" Vickie grumbled behind her pacifier. Had Sawyer and Taylor known that when they'd bought them anyway? She hadn't noticed the worker mention it, but maybe it said somewhere on the tag or whatever, and she hadn't paid attention...
She groaned and blushed as her diaper's tapes were pulled open, the front peeled away, rendering her naked other than the sandals on her feet. Surely, if there was anybody watching this, they'd be able to see now, for sure, that she was an adult... Or would they? Sawyer and Taylor kept her crotch neatly shaved, to make cleaning her up easier, and, as she'd been reminded again and again - and as seemed more true than ever lately, especially after her encounter with Maria - her chest was awfully flat. Outwardly, without the help from her usual wardrobe from before this summer had began, there weren't that many indicators of her maturity... And, considering what she'd shown up here wearing, she supposed she couldn't blame anyone who saw this on some security monitor if they thought she was a toddler who was, if anything, a bit tall for her age.
At least the wipes the hands used on her were warm, and she couldn't deny they felt nice, cleaning her up before the hands on her ankles lifted her legs up, letting the diaper be pulled away and disposed of. Afterwards, however, she was suddenly turned over, the hands on her body working in concert to flip her onto her stomach with no warning. "H-Hey!" she protested into her paci.
"It's all right, Vickie," the voice said. "Your notes said you haven't been feeling well lately, and your behavior makes me assume that must still be the case, so we're just going to give you a little check-up."
"Ch-Check-up?!" Vickie squealed, having enough time to worry about what that meant before she got confirmation that it was, indeed, exactly what she feared, a cold, thick thermometer being slid into her exposed backside while she squealed in discomfort and surprise.
"It's all right, Vickie," the voice repeated. "Just lie still."
She didn't really have a choice in the matter... The hands were holding her tight, guaranteeing she couldn't thrash around and risk breaking the thermometer. All she could do was wiggle her bottom and whimper, neither of which was nearly enough to shake it loose, or get it out of her.
"Would you like to hear a song?" the voice asked. "Would that help calm you down?" Without waiting for an answer, it began to play a nursery rhyme, as Vickie tugged uselessly against the hands grasping her wrists and ankles, the song simply making her feel like even more of a baby, trapped there, at the mercy of the machines.
Right as the song ended - no doubt timed out perfectly - the thermometer was pulled out, earning a sigh of relief from Vickie, who sank down onto the surface of the changing table beneath her, sucking unconsciously on her paci for comfort. "It looks like you're healthy, for now," the voice concluded.
"Yeah, I know!" Vickie sassed grumpily, glad for the muffling of her pacifier, unsure if she would have had the courage to say it otherwise. The hands turned her back over, laying her down right on top of a fresh diaper, one that she could tell instantly was far thicker than even the one she'd just been taken out of. "H-Hey!" her eyes widened, wriggling on the massive amount of padding.
There were a lot more hands now, slathering on all sorts of oils and lotions onto her skin. "No need to be fussy," the voice told her. "Your babysitters said you would only require one change here, so we just want to be sure you won't get a rash while you wait for them to pick you up and change you again."
How long would that be?! Judging by the size of the diaper, it could be a very long time before she'd be in any danger of leaking... The table's hands finished her off with a sprinkle of baby powder before tugging the front of the diaper up, between her legs. Vickie gasped, feeling how much her thighs were forced apart, how the diaper was, somehow, bulkier than she'd even thought. It was absolutely absurd, to the point where she had to assume her sitters had selected the maximum thickness in the system... Or hacked it to make it go bigger than that.
The plastic pants barely fit over the giant diaper, but on they went, somehow, locking securely over top of them, ensuring she wouldn't be taking it off on her own... Not that the daycare would have allowed it anyway. "Doesn't that feel better?" the voice asked, another hand giving Vickie's diaper a loving pat.
"No!" Vickie pouted futilely into her paci.
"That was a very pretty dress you had, Vickie," the voice continued, either unable to decipher her words through the pacifier, or not caring. "But we have your favorite outfit ready to go for you!"
She was sat up, the diaper under her making her feel like she was sitting on a pillow, as her arms were lifted straight up into the air. By the time she glanced up to see what was coming, it was already being pulled over her hands, too late for her to do anything about it - not that she could have anyway - until it was on her.
It was a pink shirt, frilly and lacy and girly, stopping just short of her belly button. On the front was simply the word 'Baby' in big, bubbly letters, a designation that felt quite redundant when she was left with no way of hiding the huge diaper she was wearing. She waited for a moment to see if there was anything else, though it was hardly a surprise when nothing came... She doubted there were any pants, or tights, or shorts, that could fit over her diaper, much less disguise the bulge, so it didn't really matter, even if she would have felt slightly better not having to run around with her padding on display.
Run, of course, wasn't the right word... She wouldn't be doing any running in this thing. She had a feeling there wouldn't be much walking, either. As if to confirm that, the hands took away her sandals, too, giving the soles of her feet a quick tickle that resulted in a giggle, and - to her mortification - a trickle of wetness into her fresh diaper already, not that it was visible in the slightest from the outside. She had been getting more ticklish lately, it felt, although it had never been that bad... The diaper itself, she reasoned, was to blame, keeping her from being able to squeeze her thighs together at all.
"Aren't you glad we used all that rash cream on you now?" the voice asked, almost sounding like it was teasing her.
Vickie blushed; how could it have known?! It certainly seemed like it was referencing the accident she'd just had, but there was no way it could have seen it... She could barely feel it from the inside now, the padding had soaked it in so well. There must be some pretty advanced sensors in the room... Or, perhaps, in the diaper itself. It was embarrassing, thinking of anyone having that much data on her and her diaper usage, possibly, given some of the genuine accidents she'd been having lately, knowing more about it than even she did...
Finally, the table began to lower into the floor, and the hands turned her again, positioning her to be on her hands and knees when the table vanished beneath her, leaving her in a blank, white room. "What would you like to play with?" the voice asked her, as, at last, the hands let go of her, allowing her to move of her own volition once again. The first thing she did was poke at her diaper in disbelief, getting confirmation that it was, indeed, as massive as it seemed, before grabbing at her paci and pulling it out with a pop.
"I don't wanna play with anything!" she whined. "I want out of here!"
"Would you like to take a nap?" the voice replied. "It isn't time for that yet, but..."
"No!" Vickie shook her head, watching as a huge crib raised out of the floor on the other side of the room, gulping nervously at the sight of those bars... Not that it particularly mattered, seeing as there was no way out of the room anyway. "I don't need a nap, either!"
She tried to push herself up onto her feet, to stand, but the diaper was too thick, too solid... She whimpered as attempt after attempt was foiled, getting her no more than an inch or two off the floor before she flopped back down onto her padding with a loud crinkle, hating that, now that the voice had mentioned it, she did feel a bit tired, thanks, partially, to her attempts to stand, like a little baby just learning to do that. Mostly, however, she assumed it was because of the bellyful of breastmilk she had sloshing around.
A hand popped up from the floor in front of her, taking the pacifier from it, putting it back into her mouth. She probably should have resisted it, but she was, in a way, glad for it, welcoming the feeling of it, the chance to start nursing it again as frustration overwhelmed her. There was nobody for her to talk to here anyway, nothing to do... She might as well get to suck on it as she crawled across the floor, over to a wall, using it to pull herself up onto her feet.
She could do it then, with her hands holding onto the blank, white walls desperately, but her knees were shaking regardless of that help. She was able to make it one step before she flopped back onto the floor, the padding cushioning her fall, and giving up, resigning herself to her fate. There would be no walking here at all... Crawling was even more of an effort than she cared to admit.
Sawyer and Taylor reserved the right to make her crawl whenever they liked, and they found it amusing to do so while they were at home from time to time, but they did let her walk usually... Now, that option wasn't available to her, and it felt like she truly had been demoted down to what her shirt said, turned from the toddler she was mostly treated as to a full-on baby.
Even if she got away from here, even if she found some sort of escape hatch from this daycare to the rest of the mall... What was she going to do? How could she leave there when she was trapped on all fours? She was definitely going to attract a lot of attention to herself that way, which would make shoplifting nearly impossible... Not that she was going to find anything to hide her diaper anyway. She doubted there was anything in this entire mall that would do that... And, if there was, it wouldn't matter, since she still wouldn't be able to walk until she got the diaper off.
A hand popped out of the wall, holding a rattle, which it shook in front of her face, making it obvious how young it did, indeed, see her as, to think that such a thing would possibly entertain her. Grumpily, she pushed it away, wanting nothing more than to sit and sulk and feel sorry for herself.
"You are so cranky today, Vickie," the voice observed. "I know! It must be time for your first snack!"
"Snack?" Vickie wiggled nervously, unsure if it was that word, or 'first' that struck the most fear into her heart. Either way, it didn't matter, as she felt herself being lifted up, feet dangling before she could so much as react. Initially, she assumed the hands were picking her up again, but when she looked down, she saw that a seat had risen up from beneath her, lifting her higher and higher, and the hands were, instead, waiting to slide the tray in place over her lap, trapping her beneath it, as they produced a giant bowl of speckled, mushy oatmeal, and a large bottle of milk to set on top.
She wrinkled her nose, looking between them. The milk, especially, made her blush, reminding her of Maria, though there was no way this could be breastmilk, too... That was almost worse, however, given her lactose intolerance. She couldn't exactly say she was excited about the oatmeal, either. The combination of the two? She gulped and blushed, squirming in her giant diaper, knowing that, if she ate, and drank, all that, there was no way it would be staying clean for long... And the voice had said this was the first, which implied there was more coming.
A hand plucked the pacifier from her mouth, while another tied a large, pink, plastic bib around her neck. "Eat up," the voice instructed, Vickie looking again to confirm that there was no spoon, that it expected her to do that with her bare hands.
"I'm not hungry!" Vickie shook her head frantically.
"Vickie," the voice said, sounding almost threatening, "eat your snack. You want to make sure you grow up to be big and strong one day, don't you?"
"I'm already grown up!" Vickie insisted... But, at the moment, she could hardly blame anyone who saw her for assuming otherwise, least of all a machine programmed to do exactly that.
"Yes, you are quite the big girl," the voice told her. "Now show me how big you are by eating your snack, Vickie... Or we'll have to feed it to you."