Diaper Demo: Chapter 1
“One week…just one week…how bad could it be?”
That’s what AJ Bellinger told himself as he stared down at the lengthy contract. Work had been hard to come by for a college dropout and AJ was no exception to this. He struggled to find stable financial work which had led him to take on several odd jobs just to make ends meet. However, none of those temporary positions were nearly as odd as the job he was about to take on. Nor did they pay nearly as much.
“I, __________, have agreed to serve in the position of product demonstrator for one week for CBDC. I understand that I will not be able to back out of this agreement once the demonstration begins,” said the final lines of the contract. Printed below this text was a signature line, as well as a place to mark the date. There were several other pages filled with details on what else the job would entail but AJ neither had the care, nor the inclination to read them. He’d done enough of these gigs to know every contract contained the same legal jargon and he expected this one to be no different. All he cared about was the $50,000 check waiting for him at the end of the week. Without a second thought, he printed and signed his name before handing the papers over to who introduced herself to him as Miriah.
Flipping through the papers, Miriah confirmed that everything was in proper order before placing the documents in a manilla folder marked with AJ’s name. “Perfect, I’ll show you to the demonstration room,” she said, promptly standing up and moving to hold the door open for AJ.
The pair walked through a dimly lit hallway without so much as a word to each other. Not that AJ minded. From past experiences, the less mindless chit-chat between him and his employers, the better. That being said, AJ’s eyes were attempting to get to know every inch of Miriah’s body. It wasn’t every day that his boss was such a hottie. The way her long, golden hair glimmered in the soft lighting and framed itself around her hips was like something straight out of an anime.
Arriving in front of a large, metal door, Miriah stepped up to the keypad and began entering in a series of digits at mach speed, causing the door to open automatically. “Once you step inside and the door closes, the time lock will activate and you’ll be on your own for the next week. You’re free to explore the space and utilize any of the products and equipment we have available. Beyond that, there will be a few mandatory products that you have to demonstrate. The room’s built-in artificial intelligence system will be able to direct you on how to use those. Do you have any questions before we get started?” she said in a manner that was almost too fast to truly grasp what she was saying, at least from AJ’s perspective.
Failing to pay attention to any of Miriah’s brief instructions, AJ nodded along and figured that he could figure out whatever parts he missed on his own. “Nope, I’m good to go!” he said with a cocky smile.
Narrowing her gaze, Miriah was almost 100% certain that AJ had no idea what he was in for once that door closed behind him. She didn’t really care if he did, though. Smirking, she ushered him into the dark room before returning to the keypad on the other side of the door. “I’ll see you in one week, Mr. Bellinger,” she said as she pressed another long series of buttons until the heavy door slammed tight.
Let alone in pitch black darkness, AJ could feel his heart rate starting to pick up slightly. He wasn’t exactly afraid of the dark but this was a kind of darkness he’d never experienced before. “Um…is something supposed to happen?” he asked, letting out a nervous chuckle.
Suddenly, the sound of a computer revving up coursed throughout the room. Seconds later, a set of LED light panels illuminated all sides of the room, from the ceiling, to the walls, to the floor with soft, white light. All except for one wall, instead of light panels, held a large, floor-to-ceiling sheet of glass instead, behind which was a dark, empty void. Given that this was a product demonstration, AJ assumed that must be where spectators would be viewing him from.
Now able to see the room around him, AJ was taken aback by the fact that the room was designed to be some sort of futuristic, sci-fi nursery. There were commonplace furniture pieces, such as a crib, a changing table, and a playpen. However, unlike a typical nursery, all of these items matched the sterile appearance of the LED walls. Everything was pure white and kept in pristine shape, making AJ feel all the more out of place. “I guess I’m…just supposed to chill in a nursery for the next few days,” he said to himself, the feeling of isolation sinking in. Fortunately, AJ wasn’t alone for long.
“HELLO AND WELCOME TO THE CRISSBABY AUTO-NURSERY. SCANNING.” said a robotic, feminine voice from seemingly nowhere. Her words were so sudden that AJ nearly jumped out of his own skin in surprise. A beam of light shined down on AJ, startling him momentarily. Maybe he should’ve read that contract a bit closer this time. “SCANNING COMPLETE. SUBJECT: AJ BELLINGER. SYNCING PRE-SELECTED SETTINGS WITH CURRENT MEASUREMENTS.”
Looking around the room, AJ found no source for the voice to come through, adding to the eeriness of this whole experience. “I’m sorry, who are you? A-And what’s going on here?” he asked, confused as to why whoever this woman was wasn’t in the room with him now.
“SYNC COMPLETE. INITIATING RISE AND SHINE SEQUENCE,” said the voice, completely ignoring AJ’s question and instead taking yes for an answer. Before AJ could react, a pair of mechanical arms with white, gloved hands sprouted up from the ground and latched themselves onto his wrists. He tried to pull away but found the machine's grip was far too strong to overpower. Lifted off of his feet, several more arms soon emerged to help support his body weight, ensuring zero possibility of an escape. All the while, the voice did its best to calm her clearly panicking new user, “CALM DOWN, BABY BOY. WE’LL GET YOU READY SOON ENOUGH. COMMENCING CLOTHING REMOVAL.”
Unfortunately, the voice’s mechanical nature did little to calm AJ down, especially once clothing removal was mentioned. “I-I’m already dressed let me g-” he shouted before his mouth was suddenly filled with the fat, rubber bulb of a pacifier. He instantly tried to spit it out but found that feat impossible once a pair of hands grabbed onto the ribbons attached to the binky and quickly fastened it to his head. This kept him relatively silent as about a half dozen arms began to tear his clothing away, removing one article at a time until he was completely nude. He didn’t even have the autonomy to cover himself up, adding to his immense shame. Sure, he’d done some degrading jobs but this was far and above what the other gigs had required of him.
“CLOTHING REMOVAL COMPLETE. APPLYING CARETAKER CUSTOMIZATION A0934,” said the voice, prompting one of the hands to rise from the floor and grab onto AJ’s junk. He yelped in surprise as the soft, white gloves fondled his cock and balls. Against his better judgment, he instantly popped a boner, something that amused the machine greatly, “ERROR: SUBJECT ENGORGED. COMMENCING EXTRACTION PROTOCOL.”
The fingers of the glove slowly curled around AJ’s hardened member and began to stroke up and down his shaft in a shockingly erotic manner. “Maybe this isn’t so bad, after all,” he thought, relaxing a bit as the machine pleasured him. Unlike any of the hand jobs he’d had in his life, the mechanical arm was relentless, showing no signs of tiring or slowing down. Moaning into his pacifier, his body convulsed as he climaxed in under a minute, shooting several streams of stickies into the pristine floor below.
“EXTRACTION PROTOCOL COMPLETE. SUBJECT SUCCESSFULLY SHRUNKEN. APPLYING CARETAKER CUSTOMIZATION.”
Before AJ could wrap his head around what the voice meant by caretaker customization, another arm rose up with a small, metal chastity cage in hand, moving directly toward his relaxed phallus. He wiggled his hips in a last-ditch effort to avoid letting the machine place the cage on him. Sadly, this only prompted more hands to spring to action, holding his hips steady as his cock and balls were fed into the mouth of the cold, cramped cage.
“CARETAKER CUSTOMIZATION COMPLETE. SUBJECT IS READY DIAPERING AND DRESSING.”
“MMMMMMMM!” screamed AJ, his cries muffled behind the thick paci bulb. His screams were in vain, though, as the arms ferried him across the room to the changing table, laying him down flat atop the table as the hands got to work. Moving faster than he could blink, the machine quickly slid a massive, white diaper under his bum before coating him in a thick layer of lotion and powder. His face turned beet red as he was efficiently diapered for the first time since he was a very small child. He didn’t even have time to make peace with her maturity being ripped away from him before the diaper was folded over his pelvis and taped on snuggly.
“DIAPERING COMPLETE. SUBJECT IS READY TO BE DRESSED FOR THE DAY. APPLYING PRE-SELECTED SELECTED OUTFIT.”
AJ’s mind could only imagine what horrifically infantile outfit the machine had in store. Since it did say the outfit was pre-selected, he hoped that whatever Miriah chose for him wouldn’t be too embarrassing. Tragically, those hopes were dashed when a powder pink babydoll dress was pulled from the large wardrobe in the corner of the room. The diaper and the cage had been one thing. They didn’t really expect him to wear a dress, did they?!
“CARETAKER HAS LABELED THE SUBJECT: SISSY. OUTFIT SELECTION HAS BEEN REDUCED TO ONLY FEMALE ATTIRED FOR THE DURATION OF YOUR STAY.”
Apparently, they did expect him to wear a dress. Writhing and shaking his head furiously did little to halt the arms from raising the dress over his head and slipping the silky material onto his body. As a finishing touch, a pair of pink booties and mittens were placed on his hands and locked into place with the same shiny ribbons that held the pacifier in place. With his wardrobe complete, the arms retracted back into the walls, leaving a sissified, babified AJ alone in the center of the large room.
“DRESSING COMPLETE. SUBJECT IS FREE TO ROAM AROUND THE SPACE UNTIL LUNCHTIME AT 1200 HOURS. RAISING DISPLAY PARTITION.”
All of a sudden, a piercing bolt of light blinded AJ as the darkness behind the glass parted in the center. When his eyes finally adjusted to the intrusive illumination, he found himself being gazed upon by dozens of eyes, all with eager expressions on their faces. If he wasn’t blushing before, he certainly was now.
TO BE CONTINUED…